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FOR     THE     USE     OF     THE 


CATHOLIC    CHURCH 


IN      THIS 


UNITED    STATES    OF    AMERICA 


A  NEW  EDITION, 

WITH    ADDITIONS    AND    IMPROVEMENTS, 

^Baltimore : 

PRINTED    BY    JOHN    WEST    BUTLER* 

1807. 


PREFACE- 


N. 


EXT  to  thet>fferlng  of  the  Eui:haristical  Sacrifice,  which  is 
the  most  sublime  and  the  more  essential  act  of  divine  worship, 
the  singing  of  the  praises  ofGod  and  of  the  Lamb,  is  unquestionably 
the  noblest  employment  of  a  Christian  He  who  sings  to  God 
with  a  proper  sense  of  devotion,  associates  himself  to  the  Choirs  of 
Angels,  and  shares  upon  earth  in  the  sweetest  occupation  of  the 
blessed  inhabitants  of  Heaven.  It  cannot  be  doubted  but  that  the 
most  proper  time  for  this  holy  exercise,  is  when  the  faithful  meet 
together  in  Church  ;  and  especially  when  the  Lamb  that  was  slain 
on  the  cross  for  the  redemption  of  the  world,  comes  down  on  our 
altars,  and  there  continues  to  offer  himself  for  us  to  his  heavenly 
Father.  It  is  then  every  faithful  soul  should  unite  with  him  in 
the  immortal  praise  he  gives  to  his  Father,  and  sing  in  accord 
with  the  heavenly  citizens  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  himself :  -wor- 
thy is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  to  receive  power  and  divinity ,  and  wisdom, 
and  strength,  and  honor ,  and  glory ,  and  benediction  —Rev.   v.  12. 

However,  sacred  singing  should  not  be  confined  to  houses  and 
hours  of  worship.  We  should,  like  the  Prophet,  bless  the  Lord  at 
all  times,  and  his  praise  should  be  always  in  our  mouth,  — Plalm.  33. 
This,  St.  Paul  earnestly  recommends  to  the  faithful  ;  Let  the  word 
of  Christ  dwell  in  you  abundantly,  in  all  wisdom,  teaching  and  admonishing 
cne  another  in  psalms,  hymns  and  spiritual  canticles,  singing  in  grace  in  your 
hearts  to  God — Coloss.  iii.   16 

There  are  few  persons  but  are  delighted  with  singing;  agree- 
able music  is  a  sweet  diversion  after  the  toil  of  business,  and  a  relief 
even  during  the  time  of  labour ;  it  affords  comfort  in  affliction,  and 
heightens  our  enjoyment  in  the  hour  of  gladness.  But  these  ef- 
fects are  never  more  surely  or  more  solidly  produced,  than  when 
the  praises  of  the  Deity,  or  some  devotional  fentiment,  are  the  sub- 
ject of  the  song  Whilst  the  ear  is  delighted,  the  soul  is  nour- 
ished ;  the  moments  pass  away  rapidly  and  agreeably  ;  the  burden 
of  duty  becomes  light;  piety  adds  merit  and  perfection  to  our 
performances  ;  and  the  heart,  conscious  of  rectitude,  enjoys  a 
cheerful  tranquility. 

Not  so  when  profane  objects  are  the  theme  of  our  lays.  The 
delight,  which  an  obscene  ballad  will  afford  a  de\  raved  mind,  is 
like  the  rest  of  its  enjoyments,  gross,  turbulent,  false,  and  unwor- 
thy of  a  christian  soul.  It  distils  the  poison  deep  into  the  heart ; 
and  the  mouth  of  the  singer,  like  an  open  sepulchre,  casts  around 
on  the  hearers  the  noxious  exhalation.  The  soft  strains  of  a  love 
song,  atho1  disguised  under  an  outward  appearance  of  decency, 
are  not  perhaps  less  hurtful,  on  account  of  their  tendency  to  turn 
upon  idols  of  flesh,  the  affections  of  a  he^rt  made  for  God  alone. 
And  will  not  the  delicacy  of  expression,  the  flowers  of  poetry,  and 


PREFACE 


u)i  the  seasonings  of  wit,  joined  with  the  graces  of  music,  render 
the  poison,  which  is  wrapped  up  in  them,  still  more  pernicious  to 
tender  and  unsuspicious  minds  ? 

There  is  another  species  of  songs,  the  purport  of  which  is  to 
extol  the  happiness  of  sensual  pleasures,  and  to  invite  every  heart, 
especially  those  of  the  young,  to  make  it  the  constant  object  of 
their  pursuits.  Not  to  acknowledge  the  dangerous  tendency  of 
such  songs,  would  be  an  unpardonable  blindness  What  can  be 
more  shocking  than  to  hear  the  doctrine  of  Epicure,  proclaimed  by 
the  mouth  of  a  Christian  ?  And  what  a  pity  that  wit  and  genius 
should  be  prostituted  to  so  base  and  pernicious  purposes  ?  How 
much,  on  the  contrary,  it  were  to  be  wished,  that  those  who  are 
endowed  with  a  talent  for  poetry  or  music,  would  consecrate  it  to 
iL  nobler  use;-  by  employing  it  in  celebrating  the  praises  of  their 
Creator,  the  charms  of  virtue,  the  vanity  of  transitory  delights,  the 
felicity  of  heaven.  &c.  !  What  a  delightful  ^collection  it  would 
be  for  them  to  have  contributed  to  kindle  in  the  hearts  of  their 
fellow-christians  the  sacred  flames  of  divine  love,  and  to  have 
promoted  the  cause  of  virtue  ! 

It  is  with  this  intention,  that  the  present  collect'on  is  offered  to 
the  public  Besides  a  variety  of  Spiritual  Canticles,  containing 
either  an  invitation  to  praise  God, -or  divers  acts  of  religion  and 
sentiments  of  piety,  the  Catholic  reader  will  have  the  satisfac- 
tion of  finding  a  translation  in  verse,  as  literal  as  this  kind  of 
composition  cou'd  permit, of  those  ancient  hymns,  which  have  been 
sung  in  the  Catholic  Church  on  the  various  festivals  of  our  Lord, 
of  the  Blessed  Virgin  and  of  the  Saints,  through  the  year,  for  up- 
wards of  fourteen  centuries  ;  which  have  for  their  authors  men  of 
the  most  eminent  sanctity,  as  an  Hilary,  an  Ambrose,  a  Gregory, 
&c. ;  and  which,  a'tho'  not  distinguished  for  the  elegance  or  com- 
position, are  replete  with  sentiments  of  genuine  piety  Such  of 
them,  as  are  more  frequently  sung,  have  been  printed  also  in  Latin, 
as  well  as  the  Psalm  Miserere,  which  is  sung  in  Lent,  and  occasion- 
ally during  the  year  ;  the  Psalm  De  profundi; ,  for  departed  souls, 
and  the  Litany  of  the  Blessed  Virgin  ;  to  enable  the  faithful  to 
join  with  the  choir,  when  they  are  sung  in  that  language. 

May  the  Almighty  bestow  his  blessing  on  this  little  work,  which 
is  consecrated  to  his  glory  !  May  those,  who  shall  have  it  in  their 
hands,  reap  from  it,  with  the  assistance  of  Divine  grace,  the  pre- 
cious fruits  of  pure  religion,  horror  for  vice,  love  pf  virtue,  con- 
tempt of  earthly  goods,  desires  of  heavenly  bliss,  and  the  most 
:i'.-ely  sentiments  of  divine  love  ! 


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HYMNS,    &c. 


An  Invitation  to  Praise  God. 


■Alleluia. 
—Alleluia* 


jjINGye  praises  to  the  Lord. — 
Bless  his  name  with  one  accord, - 

For  it's  owing  to  his  care, Alleluia. 

What  we  have  and  what  we  are,— Alleluia* 


2  He  first  made  us  by  his  pow'r — ■ Alleluia. 

He  preserves  us  ev'ry  hour Alleluia. 

Food  and  raiment,  all  are  his, Alleluia. 

Present  comfort,  future  bliss, -Alleluia. 


He  directs  our  stegs  by  day, 

Pointing  out  the  safest  way, 

And  at  night  in  mercy  still, 

Guards  us  from  all  kinds  of  ill,- 


-Alleluia. 
-Alleluia* 
-Alleluia. 
Alleluia 


4  God  forgave  us,   when  undone 
And  redeem'd  us  by  his  son, 


Alleluia, 

— Alleluia. 

Raise  your  voices  then  and  sing, Alleluia, 

Loud  hosannas  to  our  king, 'Alleluia. 


A  Sojig  of  Praise  to  God. 

1  JLVJlY  soul,  thy  great  creator  praise, 
When  cloth 'd  in  his  celestial  ravs  ; 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 

B 


<     6     ) 

Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame, 
An  equal  glory  to  his  name. 

The  heav'ns,  are  for  his  curtain  spread, 
TV  unfathorn'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed, 
Clouds  are  his  charriots,  when  he  flics, 
On  winged  storms  across  the  skies  : 
Great  is  the  Lord,  &c. 


G 


The  Same, 


RATEFUL  notes  and  numbers  bringj 
While  the  name  of  God  we  sing  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd. 
Men  on  earth,  and  saints  above, 
Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
Lord  thy  mercies  never  fail, 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 

£  While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  ; 
Mortals,  raise  your  voices  high, 
'Till  they  reach  the  echoing  sky. 
Men  on  earth,  &c. 

The  Principal  Acts  of  Religion, 

THE    PRESENCE    OF    GOD. 

1     X  O  lie  hid  from  thine  awful  face, 
Lord,  whither  could  I  fly  ? 
Thy  presence  fills  th*  infinite  space, 

All's  naked  to  thine  eye. 
In  thee  we  live,  in  thee  we  move, 
In  thee  we  have  our  being  ; 


(      7      ) 

Thou  art  our  keeper  from  above, 
Our  Father  and  our  King. 

Adoration, 

2  Great  Lord,  we  fall  before  thy  throne* 

Thee  humbly  we  adore  ; 
Thou  art  our  God  ;  to  thee  alone 

Belong  all  praise  and  pow'r. 
We  all  are  thine  ;  thy  mighty  hand 

Hath  wrought  our  mortal  frame  ; 
Let  every  tongue,  through  ev'ry  land, 

Give  glory  to  thy  name. 

Faith. 

3  Thee  we  adore,  O  Truth  Divine; 

Pure,  increated  light  ; 
O  !   let  thy  beams  upon  us  shine, 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night. 
The  word,  which  thou  from  heav'n  hast  brought., 

Most  humbly  we  receive  ; 
And  by  thy  church  uuerring  taught, 

Most  firmly  we  believe. 

Hope. 

4  O  thou,  the  centre  of  my  heart ; 

My  sov'reign  good,  my  all ; 
Ah  !   do  thy  saving  help  impart ; 

Support,  or  else  I  fall. 
Strong  with  the  aid  of  promis'd  grace, 

Cleans'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood, 
I'll  gladly  run  my  earthly  race, 

And  reach  the  blest  abode. 

Charity. 

5  Immortal  beauty,  source  divine, 

Of  goodness,  light  and  love  ; 

How  long,  alas  !  this  heart  of  mine 

Did  hard,  and  loveless  prove. 


<  3  ) 

O  Charity  !  celestial  fire, 

Take  in  me  thine  abode  ; 
Possess  my  soul,  my  heart  inspire, 

Unite  me  to  my  God. 

Confidence  in  God. 

1  JLiET  all  who  have  God's  goodness  prov'd, 

Still  in  his  truth  confide  ; 
Whose  mercy  ne'er  forsook  the  man 
Who  on  his  truth  rely'd. 

2  Sing  praises,  therefore,  to  the  Lord, 

From  Sion  his  abode  ; 
Proclaim  his  deeds,  'till  all  the  world 
Confess  no  other  God, 

3  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life. 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God,  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

4  For  in  distress,  to  him  I  pray'd, 

He  to  my  rescue  came  ; 
Since  he  vouchsaf'd  his  timely  aid, 
For  e'er  I'll  praise  his  name. 

5  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

b  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  w;ll  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care, 


(     9     ) 

The  Peace  of  a  Soul  that  Loves  Jesus 
Christ, 

1  JL  HOUGH  all  the  powers  of  hell  surround, 

No  evil  will  I  fear  ; 
For  while  my  Jesus  is  my  friend, 

No  danger  can  come  near. 

Then,  blessed  Jesus  !  dwell  with  m  e 
And  make  me  burn  with  love  of  thee  ; 
O  blessed  Jesus  !   live  with  me, 
'TlII  I  may  die  and  live  with  thee, 

2  When  virtue  reigns  within  my  heart, 

And  sin  has  lost  its  sway  ; 
My  Jesus  will  his  sweets  impart, 
And  drive  all  care  away. 
Then  blessed  Jesus,  &c. 

3  With  him  possess'd,  all  nature  round, 

To  me  more  lovely  grows  ; 
Each  pleasure  heightens  in  my  breast,, 
And  with  fresh  ardour  o;lows. 
Then  blessed  Jesus,  &c. 

4  Then,  Oh  !  the  dear  enraptur'd  thought ! 

Ah  !   could  I  truly  say, 
It  is  no  longer  1  who  live, 
*Tis  Jesus  lives  in  me  ! 
Then  blessed  Jesus,  &c. 

The  happy  effects  of  the  love  of  Jesus, 


,G 


rtACES  from  my  Jesus  flowing. 
Set  ttie  faithful  breast  on  fire; 
Make  the  soul  with  raptures  r lowing, 
Nought  but  hcav'nly  bhss  desire^ 

B  2 


(    io    ) 

Vain  she  thinks  all  transient  joys, 
For  eternal  peace  she  sighs  ; 
Nought  can  then  disturb  her  rest, 
With  her  God  supremely  blest, 

2  Here  she  may  from  care  retiring 

Find  a  Sweet  and  healing  balm, 
AH  celestial  love  inspiiing, 

Shed  around  a  heavenly  calm. 

Vain  she,  &c. 

3  Here  with  purest  love  remaining, 

Jesus  answers  every  prayer  ; 
With  his  help,  the  soul  sustaining 
Makes  her  ev'ry  blessing  share. 
Vain  she,  &c. 


o 


Desires  of  loving  God. 


POWER  divine  !  O  charity  ! 
Heaven's  choicest  blessings  join  in  thee  ; 
In  thee,  the  source  of  ev'ry  grace  ; 
In  thee,  the  soothing  balm  of  peace. 

2  Celestial  gift  !   O  heav'nly  fire  ! 
That  burns  up  each  corrupt  desire  ; 
That  made  the  martyrs  smile  at  death, 
And  in  sweet  raptures  yield  their  breath. 

3  O  come  to  me,  my  bosom  warm, 
And  shield  me  from  surrounding  harm  ; 
So  may  1  at  the  parting  hour, 
Rejoice  to  meet  death's  fatal  pow'r. 

4  My  soul  well  fortify'd  by  thee, 
Triumphant  gains  eternity  ; 

By  sweet  attraction  drawn  above, 

Absorpt,  and  lost  in  heavily  Jove* 


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(    11    J 

i  Praise  and  Thanksgiving 


HILE  heav'ns  proclaim  their  maker's  praise, 
And  with  his  glory  shine  ; 

And  heav'nly  chons  in  tuneful  lays 
Extol  his  power  divine. 

Let  us  our  grateful  thanks  repay, 
And  all  his  blessings  own  ; 

And  let  our  songs  of  praise  each  day- 
Ascend  before  his  throne. 

From  him  all  heav'nly  gifts  proceed, 

We  are  his  constant  care  ; 
Mild  peace  and  plenty,  each  succeed, 

Of  each  he  makes  us  share. 
His  bounteous  hands  with  blessings  flow., 

Unceasing  favours  yield  ; 
And  ev'ry  creature  here  below, 

Is  with  his  goodness  fill'd. 

All  nature  joins  in  gen'ral  song, 

To  praise  his  sacred  name, 
The  lowing  herd,  the  feather *d  throng 

His  wond'rous  works  proclaim. 
But,   O  my  God,   what's  ev'ry  praise, 

Thy  creatures  can  display  ? 
How  low  their  most  exalted  lays, 

If  but  compar'd  with  thee  ! 

But  tho'  thy  greatness  far  transcends 

The  praise  of  angels  tongue  ; 
Yet  still  thy  goodness  condescends 

To  hear  our  feeble  song. 
Oh  !   then  my  fav'rite  theme  shall  be, 

In  loud  exulting  strain, 
To  laud  thy  glorious  majesty, 

And  never  ending  reign, 


(     12     ) 
A  Song  of  Praise  to  the  Divine  Majesty. 

1  JL  HE  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

Who  sit-  enthroned  above  ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  god  of  love. 
Jehovah,  Great  I  am  1 

By  heav'n  and  earth  confessM^j 
I  laud  and  praise  thy  holy  name 
JFor  ever  blest. 

2  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Gives  thanks  to  God  on  high, 
Hail,  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 

They  ever  cry  ; 
Hail,    Abrah'm's  God  and  mine  ! 

I  join  the  heav'nly  lays, 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine^ 
And  endless  praise. 


The  Same. 


O 


PRAISE  ye  the  Lord; 

Sing  his  praise  in  the  congregation  of  saints, 
Sing  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  ; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  thee,   O  m.ghty  God,  we  praise. 
To  him  address,   in  joyful  songs, 
"The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

Raise  your  voices  then  and  sing 

Loud  hosannas  to  our  king. 

Raise,  Sec. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia,  &c. 


(      13     ) 

God  Praised  in  his  Works. 


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OW  various  Lord,  thy  works  are  found, 
For  which  thy  wisdom   we  adore  ; 
The  earth  is  with  thy  treasures  crown'd, 
'Till  nature's  hand  can  grasp  no  more. 

2  O  then,  that  all  the  earth  with  me, 

Would  God,  for  this  his  goodness  praise  ; 
And  for  the  mighty  works  which  he 

Throughout  the  wand'ring  world  displays  I 


The  Same. 


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OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
The  universal  king. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,   Alleluia,  &c. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound, 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own 
And    11  the  solid  ground. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,   Alleluia,  &c. 

3  Come,   worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,   bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word.     Praise  ye,  &C, 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  ('are  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God,     Praise  ye,  &c, 


(  14  > 

Return  of  a  Dissipated  Soul  to  God,  and  to 
Herself. 

1  VV  HERE  have  my  wand'ring  senses  been, 

Absent  from  all  that's  good  ? 
How  long,  my  soul,  ah  !    wilt,  thou  stray, 
Forgetful  of  thy  god  ? 

2  How  quxkly  pass  my  fleeting  hour, 

And  to  my  exit  tend  ! 
All  nature,  ev'ry  thing  around 
Informs  me  of  my  end, 

3  And  shall  I  stdl  unmindful  be, 

Nor  for  my  soul  prepare  ? 
But  live  in  vain  security  ; 

Nor  death,  nor  judgement  fear  ? 

4  Oh,  no  !  no  more  aflatt'rmg  world, 

Shall  e'er  my  soul  ensnare  ; 
Henceforth,  O  Lord  1  thy  sweet  commands, 
Shall  be  my  only  care. 

5  Thy  judgments.  Lord,  now  pierce  my  soul., 

And  shake  my  hone.-,  with  Iread  ; 
The  voice  of  rigid  justice  routs, 
Like  thunder,  o'er  my  head. 

6  But,  Jesus  !   now  thy  mercies  show, 

And  calm  thy  troub    d  I    east  ; 
'3  is  in  thy  p'eciou^  biood  I  hope, 
For  peace  and  endless  rest. 


.No 


A  farewell  to  the  world. 


.    logger  shall  my  soul  confide, 
In  fleeting  pleasures,  vain  and  void; 


(  15  ) 

Henceforth,  her  noble  views  extend, 
To  life  and  bliss,  that  know  no  end. 

2  My  Jesus  had  trac'd  out  the  way  ; 
He'll  be  my  guide,  I  cannot  stray. 
Adieu,  ye  vain  terrestrial  joys, 

My  soul  shall  e'er  your  charms  despise. 

3  My  Saviour  calls  to  pure  delights, 
To  heavenly  bliss,  m)  soul  invites, 
And  makes  her  with  soft  raptures  ^low, 
And  long  to  leave  these  realms  beiow. 

4  But  whilst  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 
My  soul  to  dwell  in  earthly  chains, 
My  wish,   my  only  care  shall  be, 
To  seek  thee,  Lord,  and  only  thee. 

Sentiments  of  a  Sinner    returning  to  God. 


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ORD,  my  sins  lie  heavy  on  my  mind, 
And  sad  affliction  pierces  to  my  heart  ; 
Fears  of  death,  and  endless  Woe  combin'd, 
Unceasing  horrors  to  my  soul  impart. 
Mercy,  Lord,  thy  tender  mercy  show, 
And  spare  the  soul  for  whom  thy  blood  did  flow, 

2  Heedless  of  thy  holy  dread  command, 

I  walk  securely  in  the  paths  of  death  ; 
Yet,  O  stay,  thy  fierce  avenging  hand, 

Nor  in  thy  wrath,  demand  my  fleeting  breath, 
Mercy,  &c. 

3  Peace  has  left  my  breast  and  nought  remains, 

But  stints  of  keen  remorse  and  deadly  fear  ; 
Cover'd  o'er  with  guilt  and  sinful  stains, 

How  shall  I  in  thy  presence,  Lord,  appear  f 
Mercy,  &c. 


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4  Jesus,  source  of  peace,  mv  fear  disarm  ; 

Oh  !   had  I  sought  thee,  with  attentive  care  ; 
Beams  of  cheering  hope  my  soul  would  calm, 
And  save  me  now,  from  sinking  to  despair. 
Mercy,  &C. 

5  Vain  is  ev'ry  thought  and  ev'ry  care, 

That  does  not  lend,  O  Lord  the  soul  to  thee  , 
Short  their  pleasures,  soon  they  bring  despair, 
And  cast  her  mto  endless  misery. 
Mercy,  &c. 

b  Lord,  I  see  how  much  my  sins  offrnd  ; 

J  grieve,   f '11  strive  to  wipe  the  srains  away  ; 
Jesus,  now  thy  kind  assistance  lend, 

.For  else  my  helpless  soul  again  will  stray, 
Mercy,  &c. 


1  Co> 


Contemplation  of  Heaven, 


.ME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  the  Father  there, 

Upon  a  throne  of  love. 
The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  bliss, 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise.  ^  j, 

And  reach  th'  Almighty  throne.    } 

O  heav'n  !    O  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Whence  end'ess  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasure  banish  pain  ! 
When  shall  my  soul,  from  darkness  free, 

To  thy  bright  s<=ats  remove  ; 
For  e'er  to  praise  mv  dearest  Lord    . 

In  endless  peace  and  love. 


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3  To  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

The  God  who  all  us  made  ; 
And  to  the  Lamb,  once  for  us  slain, 

Be  endless  honours  paid  : 
To  Fattier,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  crlory  as  it  was  and  is, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 
Be  glo ry 

Be  glory  ever  more. 

A  song  of  praise  to  Jesus  in  the  blessed 
Sacrament. 


O 


JESU,  Deus  mag- 
ne, 

Pastor  bone  ! 
O  dulcis,  dulcis  agne  ! 

O  manna  ! 
O  Jesu,  Pastor  bone  ! 
O  pan  is  Salutaris  ! 
O  manna  I  O  panis  ! 
O  Agne  !   O  Jc^su  ! 
O  Jesu,  Jesu  mi  ! 

2  O  potestas  ! 

Quid  nori  praestas  ? 
Quid    non    praestas    ho 
mini  r 


- 


O  Jesu  &c, 


1  O    JESUS,     blessed 

Saviour, 

Dearest  Saviour 

O  source  of  heav'nly  fa- 
vour, 

O  manna  ! 

O  blessed  food  of  heaven  ! 

By   thee   each    grace   is 
given. 

O  manna!  heav: 

O  sweet   Lamb  !  O 
God  ! 
•    O  Jesus  !  O  my  God  ! 

2  O  power  divine  ! 
Where's  love  like  thine  ? 

O  sweetest  Lamb  ! 
O  power  divine  ! 
Where's  love  like  thine, 

For  fallen  man  ! 


nly  food! 
my 


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Adoration  of  Jesus  in  the  blessed  Sacra/gent. 

1    &AVING  host  we  fall  before  thee, 

Trusting  in  our  Saviour's  word  ; 
Thee  we  own,  the  Lord  of  glory, 

Thee  we  own,  our  sovereign  Lord  ; 
While  our  evil  foes  contending, 

Threaten  our  eternal  loss  ; 
Be  with  heav'nly  grace  defending, 

And  protect  us  with  thy  cross. 

2  From  thy  Father's  throne  descending, 

Thou  becom'st  our  daily  bread  ; 
'Midst  celestial  hosts  attending, 

With  thy  flesh,  our  souls  are  fed. 
Come  thou  source  of  ev'ry  blessing; 

Warm  our  hearts  with  love  divine, 
Let  thy  grace  our  souls  possessing, 

Make  us  be  for  ever  thine. 

The  love  of  Jesus  in  the  Eucharist* 

1  STREAMS  of  heav'nly  love  descending, 

Softly  touch  the  sinner's  heart  ; 
Jesus  to  our  wants  attending, 
Bears  of  all  our  pains  a  part. 

Jesus  !  all  our  hopes  sustaining, 

On  our  altars  e'er  remaining, 

Henceforth  my  onlv  bliss  shall  be, 

To  think  and  meditate  on  thee. 

2  From  his  lovely  presence  flowing, 

Beams  of  love,  celestial  rays ; 
They  within  the  bosom  glowing, 
Heavenly  raptures  sweetly  raise4 
Jesus  !  all,  &c 


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Here,  beneath  these  veils  residing, 
He's  our  comfort,  when  distress'd  ; 

Pure  delights  for  us  providing, 
Foretastes  of  eternal  rest. 
Jesus  !  ali,  &c. 

The  Sweets  of  the  Love  of  Jesus, 


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RACE  descending  from  above, 
Inspires  the  soul  with  heav'nly  love  ;    , 
Makes  her  longing  wish  to  rise, 
On  angel's  wing  above  the  skies. 
Thy  love,  O  Jesus,   is  my  song, 
How  does  my  soul  with  raptures  long  j 
To  be  dissolv'd  and  be  with  thee, 
And  share  thy  love  eternally. 

2  When  my  soul  from  passion  free, 
Retires  to  meditate  on  thee  ; 

All  that  pleas'd  so  much  before, 
Tnen  lose  their  charms,  and  please  no  more. 
Thy  love,  &c. 

3  Thoughts  of  thee,  inflame  my  heart, 
And  ev'ry  purer  wish  impart  ; 
Dull  in  ev'ry  other  care, 

My  soul  no  other  biss  can  share. 
Thy  love,  &c. 

4  O  what  sweets  the  saints  must  prove, 
Who  taste  with  thee,  the  joys  above  ; 
Doom'd  by  sweet  necessity, 

To  love  thee  all  eternity  ! 
Thy  love,  &c. 


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The  Holy  Name  of  Jesus. 

JESU    DULCIS    MEMORIA,    &C. 

1    J  ESUS,  the  only  thought  of  thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast  ; 
But  sweeter  far  it  is  to  see, 
And  on  thy  beauty  feast. 
No  sound,  no  harmony  so  gay, 
*  Can  art  of  music  frame  ; 
No  thoughts  can  reach,  no  words  can  say 
The  sweets  of  thy  blest  name. 

3  Jesus,  our  hope  when  we  repent  ; 

Sweet  source  of  all  our  grace  ; 
Sole  comfort  in  our  banishment  ; 

O  what,  when  face  to  face  ! 
Jesus  I   that  name  inspires  my  mind 

With  springs  of  lire  and  light  ; 
More  than  I  ask  in  thee  I  find, 

And  lavisn  in  delight, 

3  No  art  or  eloquence  of  man 

Can  tell  the  joys  of  love  ; 
Only  the  saints  can  understand, 

What  they  in  Jesus  prove'. 
Thee  then  I'll  seek,  retir'd  apart, 

From  world  and  bus'ness  free  ; 
When  these  shall  knock,   I'll  shut  my  heartt 

And  keep  it  all  for  thee. 

4  Before  the  morning  light  I'll  come 

With  Magdalen,   to  find, 
In  sighs  and  tears,  my  Jesus'  tomb, 

And  there  refresh   my  mind. 
My  tears  upon  his  grave  shall  flow, 

My  sighs  the  garden  fill  ; 
Then  at  his  feet  myself  I'll  throw. 

And  there  I'll  seek  his  will. 


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5  Jesus,  in  thy  blest  steps  I'll  tread, 

And  walk  in  all  thy  ways  ; 
I'll  never  cease  to  weep  and  plead, 

'Till  I'm  restor'd  to  grace. 
O  King  of  love,  thy  blessed  fire 

D  ies  such  sweet  flames  excite, 
That  first  it  raises  the  desire, 

Tnen  fills  it  with  delight. 

6  Thy  lovely  presence  shines  so  clear 

Th rough  ev'ry  sense  and  way, 
That  souls  which  once  have  seen  thee  near, 

See  all  things  else  decay. 
Come  then,   dear  Lord,  possess  my  heart  ; 

Chase  thence  the  shades  of  night  ; 
Come,   pierce  it  with  thy  flaming  dart, 

And  ever-shining  light. 
Then  I'll  forever  Jesus  sing, 

And  with  the  saints  rejoice  ; 
And  both  my  heart  and  tongue  shall  bring 
Their  tribute  to  rnv  dearest  K:ng, 

In  never-ending  joys. 

Aspirations  before  Communion, 

J    IVjLY  God,   my  life,   my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  ; 
O  come  to  me  from  heaven  above, 
And  be  my  God,  my  all, 

2  My  faith  behold  thee,  iword, 
Conceal'd  in  human  food; 
My  senses  fail  ;    but  in  thy  word 
I  tiust,  and  find  my  God, 

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3  O,  when  wilt  thou  be  mine, 

Sweet  lover  of  my  soul  ! 
My  Jesus  clear,  my  King  divine  ; 
Come,  o'er  my  heart  to  rule, 

4  O  come  !  and  fix  thy  throne, 

In  the  midst  of  my  heart  ; 
O  make  it  burn  for  thee  alone, 
And  from  thence  ne'er  depart. 

■» 

5  Be  gone  ye,  from  my  mind, 

Vain  childish  earthly  toys  ; 
In  my  Jesus  alone  I  find 
True  pleasures,  solid  joys4 

Aspirations  after  Communion, 


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HAT  happiness  can  equal  mine  ? 

I've  found  the  object  of  my  love  ; 
My  Jesus  dear,  my  king  divine 

Is  come  to  me  from  heav'n  above. 
He  chose  my  heart  for  his  abode, 

He  there  becomes  my  daily  bread  ; 
There  on  me  flows  his  healing  blood, 

There,  with  his  flesh,  my  soul  is  fed. 

2  I  am  my  love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

In  me  he  dwells,  in  him  I  live  ; 
What  greater  treasure  could  I  find  ? 

And  could  ye,  heav'ns,  a  greater  give  ? 
O  sacred  banquet,  heav'n ly  feast  ! 

O  oveiflowing  source  of  grace, 
Where,  God  the  food  and  man  the  guest, 

Meet  and  unite  in  sweet  embrace  ! 

3  Ye  angels,  lend  your  heav'nly  tongues  ; 

Come,  and  with  me  in  praises  join ; 


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Come,  and  unite  in  thankful  songs, 
Your  sweet  immortal  voice  to  mine. 

O,  that  I  had  your  burning  hearts, 

To  love  my  God,  my  spouse  most  dear  ! 

O  that  he  would  with  flaming  darts, 
Raise  in  my  heart  a  heav'nly  fire  ! 

4  Dear  Jesus  !  now  my  heart  is  thine  ; 

0  may  it  from  thee  never  fly  ! 
Hold  it  with  chains  of  love  divine, 

Make  it  be  thine  eternally. 
Vain  objects,  that  seduc'd  my  soul, 

1  now  despise  your  fleeting  charms  ; 
In  vain  temptation's  billows  roll, 

I  lie  secure  in  Jesu's  arms. 


Jesus  our  only  Hope* 

1  J  ESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly  ; 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  Hide, 

'Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last, 

2  Other  refuge,  I  have  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me,     Hide  me,  &e» 

3  All  my  trust  in  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head, 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing.      HiJe  mf,  & 


(     24     ) 

The  Security  of  a  Soul  who  abandons  herself 
to  the  care  of  Divine  Providence. 

FIIOM    PSALM    22. 

1  Jl  HE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks,  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  on  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant  ; 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 

My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  he  leads  ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  lanriskips  flow. 

3  Tho'  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread  ; 
My  stedfast  heart  shall  feel  no  ill. 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Tho'  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray  ; 
Tny  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens,  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

Aspirations  in  the  moment  of  Communion. 


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(lLIGHTFUL  moment  !  happy-hour  ! 
My  heart  is  drawn  with  mights   charms  ; 
O  love  !  O  love  !  J  feel  thy  pow'r, 
Since  I  repose  in  Jesus1  arms.    ' 


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(     25     ) 
The  Lord's  Day. 


ELCO.VTE,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  heav'nly  king  comes  near, 

To  feast  his  sain  s  *o  day  ; 
Here,  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  Come,  hasten   mortal  tongues, 

This  day,  the  Lord  to  praise  ; 
Come,  mix  with  angelical  songs. 
Your  grateful,  joyful  lays. 

4  One  day  amidst  the  place, 

Where  my  Redeemer  lies  ; 
Is  sweeter  far  than  thousand  days 
In  worldly,  sinful  joys. 

5  My  willing  soul  would  stay, 

'  In  such  a  frame  as  this  ; 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


E 


A  Song  of  Praise. 


iTERNAL  source  of  ev'ry  joy, 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ  ; 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year, 
While,  as  the  wheel.-  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hands  support  the  steady  Pole  ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  bid  to  veil  the  skies* 


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2  Seasons  renewM,  and  years,  and  days, 
♦  Demands  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
Still,  be  our  grateful  homage  paid 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade  ; 
So  may  we,   with  harmonious  tongue, 
In  realms  unknown,   pursue  the  song  ; 
And  thee,  in  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

The  Love  of  God  for  Man, 

1  OlNG  my  soul,  his  wond'rous  love, 
Who  from  his  bright  th  one  above, 
Ever  watch  ul  o'er  our  race, 

Still  Jo  man  extend  his  grace, 
liver  watchful,  &c. 

2  Heav'n  and  Earth,  by  him  were  made, 
All  is  by  his  sceptre  sway'd  ; 

What  are  we,  that  he  phould  shew 
So  much  lot  e  to  us  below. 
What  are  we,   &c. 

3  Sing  my  tongue,  his  holy  name, 
Let  his  glory  be  thy  theme  ; 
Praise  him,    'rill  he  calls  us  home, 
Trust  his  love  for  all  to  come. 

Praise  him,  &c. 

4  Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 
Fountain  of  eternal  love. 

Praise  him,  all  the  heavV.lv  host, 
Father,  Son  and  Hoy  Ghost. 
Praise  him,  &c, 


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(    V    ) 

Before  Catechism ,  or  Sermon t 


HE  wonders  which  God's  laws  contain. 

No  words  can  represent  J 
Therefore,  to  learn  and  practise  them, 

Our  zealous  hearts  are  hr  nt. 
The  very  entrance  of  his  laws, 

Celestial  l.ght  displays, 
And  knowledge  of  true  happiness 

To  simple  minds  conveys. 

2  With  favour,  Lord,  look  down  on  us* 

Who  thy  relief  implore  ; 
As  thou  art  wont  to  visit  those 

Who  thy  blest  name  adore. 
Eternal  and  unerring  rules 

Thy  testimonies  give  ; 
Teach  us  thy  wisdom,  that  will  make 
,      Our  souls  forever  live. 

3  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore  ;  •       + 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  and  is, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 
To  Father,   Son,  &c. 
{Or,  in  Easter  Time,  Alleluia  eight  times  over .) 

Invocation  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

VENI    SANCTE    SPIRITUS. 

1   V-xOME,  Holy  Ghost,  send  down  those  beams, 
Which  sweetly  flow  in  silent  streams, 

From  thy  bright  throne  above  ; 
Come,  thou  the  Father  of  the  poor, 
Thou  bounteous  source  of  all  our  store  ; 

Come,  fire  our  hearts  with  love, 


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2  Come,  thou  of  Comforters  the  best ; 
Come,  thou  the  soul's  delightful  guest, 

The  pilgrim's  sweet  telief ; 
Thou  art  our  rest  in  toil  and  sweat, 
Refreshment  in  excessive  heat, 

And  solace  in  our  gnef. 

3  O  sacred  light,   shoot  home  thy  darts  ; 
O  pierce  the  centre  of  these  hearts, 

Whos    faith  aspires  to  thee  ; 
W'thout  thy  Godhead,  nothing  can 
Have  any  price  or  worth  in  man  ; 

Nothing  can  harmless  be. 

4  Lord,   wash  our  sinful  stains  away  ; 
Water  from  heav'n  our  barren  clay  ; 

Our  wounds  and  bruises  heal  : 
To  thy  sweet  yoke,  our  stiff  necks  bend  ; 
T'  inflame  our  cold  hearts,  thy  fire  send  ; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  repeal. 

5  O  grant  thy  faithful,  dearest  Lord, 
Whose  only  hope  is  thy  sure  word, 

The  sev'n  gifts  of  thy  Spirit  ; 
Grant  us  in  life  t'  obey  thy  grace  ; 
Grant  us  at  death,  to  sre  thy  face, 

And  endless  joys  inherit. 

Hymns  Jbr  the  various  Sundays  and  Festivals 
through  the  Year. 


I 


FOR    COMMON     SUNDAYS. 


^UCIS  Creator  optime, 
Lucem  dierura  proferens  ; 

Pnmordi  s  lucis  nova, 
Mundi  parans  originem. 


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5       Qui  mane  junctum  vesperi 
Diem  vocari  piaecipis, 
JUabitur  tetrum  Chaos, 
Audi  preces  cum  fletibus. 

3  Ne  mens  gravata  crimine, 
Vitae  sit  exul  munere  : 
Dum  nil  perenne  cogitat, 
Seseque  culpis  llligat. 

4  Caeleste  pulset  ostium  : 
Vitale  tollat  proemium  : 
"Vitemus  omne  noxium, 
Purgemus  omne  pessimum, 

5  Praesta,  Pater  piissime, 
Putnque  compar  Unice, 
Cum  Spiritu  paracJito, 
Regnans  per  omne  saeculum. 


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The  same,  in  English, 


GREAT  Creator  of  the  light, 
Who,  from  the  darksome  womb  of  night, 
Brought'st  forth  new  light,  at  nature's  birth, 
To  shine  upon  the  face  of  th'  earth. 

2  Who,  by  the  morn  and  evening  ray, 
Hast  measur'd  time,  and"  call 'd  it  day  ; 
W  hilst  sable  night  involves  the  spheres, 
Vouchsafe  to  hear  our  pray'rs  and  tears. 

3  Lest  our  frail  mind,  with  sin  dehTd, 
From  gift  of  hie  should  be  exil'd, 
Whilst  on  no  heav'niy  things  she  thinks, 
But  twines  herself  in  satan's  links  ; 


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4  O  may  she  soar  to  heav'n  above, 
The  happy  seat  of  lite  and  love  ; 
Meantime,  all  sinful  actions  shun, 
And  purge  the  foul  ones  she  hath  dene. 

5  This  pray'r,  most  gracious  Father,  hear  ; 
Thy  equal  Son  incline  his  ear, 

Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  and  thee, 
Doth  live  and  reign  eternally. 

Hymn  of  Thanksgiving. 

1%    DEUM,  Sec. 

X.  HEE,  Sovereign  God,  our  grateful  accents  praise  i 
We  own  thee,  Lord,  and  bless  thy  wond'rous  ways. 
To  thee,  eternal  Father,  earth's  whole  frame 
With  loudest  trumpets,  sounds  immortal  fame. 
Lord  God  of  hosts  !   to  thee  the  heav'nly  pow'rs, 
With  sounding  anthems,  fill  thy  vaulted  tow'rs  : 
Thy  Cherubs,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  cry  ; 
Thrice  holy,  all  the  Seraphim  reply. 
Both  heav'n  and  earth,  thy  majesty  display  ; 
They  owe  their  beauty  to  thy  glorious  ray. 
Thy  praises  fill  the  loud  Apostles'  choir  ; 
The  train  of  Prophets,  in  thy  song  conspire  ; 
Legions  of  Martyrs,  in  the  chorus  shine  ; 
And  vocal  blood,  with  vocal  music  join. 
By  these,  thy  church,  inspirM  with  heavenly  art, 
Around  the  world,  maintains  a  second  part, 
And  tunes  her  sweetest  notes,  O  God,  to  thee, 
The  Fatner  of  unbounded  majesty. 
The  Son,  ador'd  co-partner  of  thy  seat, 
And  equal,  everlasting  Paraclete. 
Thou  King  of  glory,  Christ,  of  the  Most  High } 
Thou  co-eternal,  filial  Deity  ; 
Thou,  to  save  the  world  from  impending  doom, 
Vouchsaf'st  to  dwell  within  a  Virgin's  womb  : 


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Death  thou  hast  conquer* d  ;  from  its  fetters  free, 

The  faith:ul  in  tny  kingdom,  reign  with  thee. 

At  God's  right  hand,  on  a  resplendant  throne, 

Thou  sitt'st  ;    thy  Father's  glory  is  thy  own. 

Thou  art  to  judge  the  living  and  the  dead  ; 

Then  spare  tuose  souls,  tor  whom  thy  veins  have  bled. 

O  take  us  up  amongst  the  bless'd  above, 

To  share  with  them  thy  everlasting  love. 

Preserve,  O  Lord,  thy  people,  and  enhance 

Thy  blessing  on  thine  own  inheritance  : 

Forever  raise  their  hearts,  and  rule  their  ways  : 

Each  day  we  bless  thee,  and  proclaim  thy  praise,, 

Jslo  a^e  shall  fail  to  celebrate  thy  name, 

Nor  hour  neglect  thy  everlasting  fame. 

Preserve  our  souk-,  O  lord,  this  day  from  ill ; 

nercy  on  us,  Lord,  have  mercy  stilJ  : 
As      e  have  hop'  ;,  do  thou  regard  our  pain  ; 
We've  hop'd  in  thee  ;  let  not  our  hope  be  vain* 

For  Advent, 

HYMN. 

Verbum  Supernum,  Src» 


T 


HE  Lord  no  longer  will  delay  ; 
Behold  rhe  dawn  of  th'  happy  day, 
Which  peace  and  blessings  brings  on  earth, 
And  witnesses  the  Saviour's  birth. 

3  The  son  of  God  is  sent  to  pay 
The  debt  our  nature  can't  defray  ; 
May  all  at  least  compound  th'  arrears, 
With  humble  hearts  and  grateful  tears. 

3  Our  minds,  O  God,  with  light  inspire, 
And  warm  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire, 
'Till,  flaming  with  seraphic  love, 
We  relish  only  things  above. 


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4  Let  endless  times  aloud  proclaim, 
The  glory,  power,  piaise  and  name 
Of'  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one. 


«c 


Hymn  at  Vespers* 


REATOR  ultne  siderum, 
interna  lux  credentium, 
Jesu  Redemptor  omnium, 
Intende  votis  supplicum. 

2  Qui  demonis  ne  fiaudibus 
Periret  orbis,   impetu 
Amoris  actus,  languidi 
Mundi  medela  factus  es. 

3  Commune  qui  mundi  nefas. 
Ut  expiares,  ad  crucem 

E  Virginia  eacrario 
Intacta  prodis  victima. 

4  Cujus  potestas  gloriae, 
Nomenque  cum  primum  sonat, 
Et  coelites,  et  inferi 
Tremente  curvantur  genu. 

h  Te  deprecamur  ultimae 
Magnum  diei  Judicem  ; 
Armis  supernae  gratiae 
Defende  nos  ab  hostibus. 

6  Virtus,  honor,  laus,  gloria, 
Deo  Patri  cum  Filio, 
Sancto  simul  Paracleto, 
In  saeculorum  saecula. 


B 


(     33     ) 

The  same,  in  English, 


RIGHT  Maker  of  the  starry  poles, 
Eternal  Light  of  faithful  souls, 
Christ,  Saviour  of  mankind,  espouse 
Our  cause,  and  hear  our  humble  vows  ; 

2  Who,   lest  the  fraud  of  hell's  fell  king 
Should  all  men  to  destruction  bring, 
Didst,  by  an  act  of  gen'rous  love, 
The  fainting  world's  Physician  prove  ; 

3  Who,  that  thou  might'st  our  ransom  pay, 
And  wash  the  stains  of  sin  away, 
Would'st  from  a  Virgin's  womb  proceed. 
And  on  the  cross  a  victim  bleed  ; 

4  Whose  glorious  pow'r,  whose  saving  name 
No  sooner  any  voice  can  frame, 

But  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  hell,  agree 
To  honour  them  with  bended  knee, 

5  Thee,  of  the  last  accounting  day 

The  Sov'reign  Judge,  we  humbly  pray. 
Of  heav'nly  grace  such  plenty  send, 
As  may  our  souis  from  sin  defend. 

£  Let  endless  times  aloud  proclaim 
The  glory,  power,  praise  and  name 
Of  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one. 

The  Nativity  of  our  Lord, 


,A 


ANTHEM. 


DESTE  fideles 
Laeti  tnamphantes  % 

D  2 


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Venite,  vcnite  in  Bethlehem. 
Natum  videte 

Retjem  angelorum. 

Venite,  adoremus  ; 

Venite,  adoremus 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

2  Deum  de  Deo, 
Lumen  de  lumine 

Gestant  puellae  viscera  viscera, 

Deum  Verum 
Genitum,  non  factum. 

Venite,  &c, 

3  Cantet  nunc  Io  1 
Chorus  angelorum 

Cantet  nunc  aula  celestium 

Gloria 
In  excelsis  Deo  ; 
Venite,  &c. 

4  Ergfo,  qui  natus 

Die  hodierna, 
Jesu  tibi  sit  gloria. 

Patris  ceterni 
Verbum  caro  factum, 

Venite,  &c. 

The  same,  in  English* 

1     W  ITH  hearts  truly  grateful, 

Come,  all  ye  faithful, 
To  Jesus,  to  Jesus  in  Bethlehem. 
See  Christ  your  Saviour, 
Heav'ns  greatest  favour. 
Let's  hasten  to  adore  him, 
Let's  hasten  to  adore  him, 

Let's  hasten  to  adore  him,  our  God  and  King, 


! 


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%  God  to  God  equal, 

Light  of  light  eternal ; 
Carried  in  virgin's  e'er  spotless  womb. 

He  all,  preceded, 

Begotten,  not  created. 
Let's  hasten,   &c. 

3  Angels,  now  praise  him, 
Loud  their  voices  raising  ; 

The  heav'nly  mansion  witn  joy  now  ring  ; 
To  him  who's  most  holy, 
Be  honour,  praise  and  glory. 
Let's  hasten,  &c 

4  To  Jesus  this  day  born, 
Grateful  homage  return  ; 

'Tis  he,  who  all  heav'nly  gifts  doth  bring  ; 
Word  increated, 
To  our  flesh  united. 
Let's  hasten,  &c. 

5  We  joyfully  singing, 
Grateful  tributes  bringing, 

Praise  him,  and  bless  him  in  heav'nly  hymns. 

Angels  implore  him, 

Seraphs  fall  before  him. 
Then  e'er  let  us  adore  him, — our  God  and  King, 

Christmas  Hymn. 

1      VV   HILE  angels  to  the  world  proclaim. 
The  birth  of  Christ  ou»  King; 
To  magnify  his  sacred  name, 
We'll  joyful  anthems  sing. 
We'll,  &c. 

%  The  watchful  shepherds,  seia'd  with  fear 
At  radiant  light  divine, 


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When  they  the  happy  tidings  hear, 
Their  Alleluias  join. 
Their,  ,&c. 

3  Hail,  Bethlehem,  thus  dignified 

By  Jesus'  humble  birth  ! 
May  this  subdue  th'  ambitious  pride 
Of  princes  on  the  earth. 
Of,  Sec, 

4  The  eastern  sages  wealth  dispense, 

And  to  him  presents  bring, 
Of  gold,  of  myrrh,  and  frankincense, 
As  God,  as  Man,  as  King. 
As,  &c. 

5  O  grant,  contending  sov'reigns  may 

Their  wise  example  take, 
And  direful  war  be  chas'd  away, 
For  Christ  our  Saviour's  sake. 
For,  &c, 

6  Be  glory  giv'n  to  God  on  high, 

And  peace  on  earth  to  men  ; 
With  grace  divine  our  souls  supply  ; 
Dear  Jesus,  say,  Amen. 
Dear,  &c. 


s 


Another  Hymn, 


'ION  rejoice,  let  joyful  songs, 

Replace  thy  doleful  lays  ; 
Ye,  angels  lend  your  heav'nly  tongues, 

To  sing  our  saviour's  praise. 
Jesus,  the  son  of  God's  delight 

Brings  joy  to  them  that  mourn  ; 
Lo  1  in  the  midst  of  silent  night. 

He's  from  a  virgin,  born. 


! 


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%  O  shepherds,  hear  the  heav'nly  voice,        0 

The  happy  tidings  hear  ! 
Mortals,   let  joy  succeed  your  sighs  ; 

And  sweet  hope  banish  tear. 
The  mighty  Lord,  who  rules  the  skies, 

Is  cloth'd  in  mortal  frame  ; 
The  thun  1'rer  sends  forth  mfant  cries, 

And  JESUS  is  his  name. 

3  How  wond'rous  is  thy  power,  O  love  ! 

A  God  thus  to  dehase  ; 
From  his  eternal  seats  above, 

There  sinful  man  to  raise  ! 
Th'  eternal  God  is  born  in  time  ; 

Th'  immortal  hves  to  d;e  ; 
Th'  immense  in  swaddling  clothes  confin'd, 

Doth  in  a  manger  lie, 

4  Rejoice  ye  nations  of  the  earth, 

Wio  sat  in  shades  of  night  ; 
Rejoice  at  your  Redeemer's  birth, 

Salute  the  rising  light. 
Hail,  Infant  God  !   hail,  Babe  Divine  \ 

Hail,  God's  incarnate  word  ! 
Hail,  great  Restorer  of  mankind, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  Lord  ! 

5  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  Emmanuel's  praise. 
Glory  and  pow'r  to  God  on  high, 

And  peace  to  men  on  earth  ! 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  unite  their  joy? 

At  the  Redeemer's  biith, 


*F 


(     38     ) 

Another  Hymn. 

A    SOUS    ORTUS    CARDINE,    &C. 


ROM  east  to  west,  from  pole  to  pole, 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  and  ev'ry  soul, 
Let  creatures  all  conspire  to  sing 
The  praises  of  our  new-born  King. 

2  The  God  of  nature,  for  our  sake, 
Our  servile  nature  chose  to  take  ; 

He  was  made  flesh,  weak  flesh  to  aid, 
And  save  the  work  his  hands  had  made. 

3  In  Mary's  womb  he  takes  his  place, 
And  there  erects  his  seat  of  grace  ; 
In  silence  she  ador'd  and  bless'd 
The  saered  myst'ry  in  her  breast. 

4  Her  virgin  womb,  that  chaste  abode, 
Becomes  the  temple  of  her  God  ; 
Amongst  Eve's  daughters,  she  alone, 
A  spotless  maid,  brings  forth  a  Son, 

5  Behold  him  in  the  manger  laid, 
A  sheaf  of  straw  his  royal  bed  ; 
And  he,  whose  bounty  feeds  the  rest, 
Lies  craving  at  his  mother's  breast. 

6  Here  angels  to  their  Maker  sing  ; 

Here  heav'n's  loud  choirs  with  echoes  ring  ! 
Whilst  shepherds  here  adore  and  know 
Their  Pastor,  and  Creator  too. 

7  May  age  to  age  forever  sing 

The  Virgin's  So;r  and  angel's  King, 
And  praise,  with  the  celestial  host, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 


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Hymn  at  Vespers. 

JESU    REDEMPTOR    OMNIUM,    £?V. 


ESUS,  the  Ransomer  of  man, 
Who,  e'er  created  light  began, 
Didst  from  tnr  sov' reign  Father  spring, 
His  pow'r  anil  giory  equalling  ; 

2  Thoti  brightness  of  thy  Father's  rays, 
The  hope  and  end  of  ali  our  ways  ; 
With  gracious  eais  the  pray'rs  attend, 
Which  round  the  world  to  thee  ascend. 

3  Remember,  Lord,  that  heretofore, 
When  thee  thy  Virgin  Mother  bore, 
Thou,  from  her  womb,  did  breathe  our  air 
And  human  nature  for  us  wear. 

4  To  thee,  this  present  solemn  day, 
We  yearly  adorations  pay  ; 

The  world's  Redeemer  thee  we  own, 
Descending  from  thy  Father's  throne, 

5  The  joyful  heavens,  earth  and  main, 
With  whatsoever  they  Contain, 

In  new  harmonious  accents  sing, 

New  life  restor'd  by  th'  new-born  Kingi 

6  And  we  presume  too,  who  have  been 
Cleans'd  by  thy  sacred  blood  from  sip, 
The  tribute  of  an  hymn  to  pay, 

In  honour  of  this  jovful  (.lay. 

7  Jesus,  to  thee,  the  Virgin's  Son, 
Re  everlasting  homage  done  : 
To  God  the  rath  :i  we  repeat 
The  same,  and  to  the  Paraclete. 


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Holy  Innocents* 

HfMN. 

Sahete,  fiorts  Martyrum,   Arc. 

X  JL  A  FT.,  Martvrs  !    blossoms  early  blown,, 
Just  op'ning  to  the  rising  sun, 
When  Herod,  like  a  storm,  arose 
And  nipt  each  little  blooming  rose. 

Young,  tender  flock,  you,  first  of  all, 
For  Christ  a  grateful  victim  fall  ; 
With  palms  and  wreaths  you  sport  and  play, 
And  at  his  feet  your  garlands  lay. 

To  Jesus,  from  a  Virgin  sprung 
Be  jjlory  giv'n,  and  praises  sui  g  ; 
The  same  to  God  the  Father  be, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 

Epphuny  or  Twelfth  Day. 


O  sola  wagnarum  urbium,   fyc. 

1  JL^ET  other  cities  strive,   which  most 
Can  of  their  strength  or  heroes  boast  ; 
Bethleh'm  alone  is  chos'n  to  be 

The  seat  of  heav'u-bom  Majesty. 

2  Led  bv  the  star,  the  sages  ran 

To  own  their  King  both  God  and  Man  ; 
And  with  their  incense,  myrrh  and  goid, 
The  myst'ties  of  their  vows  unfold. 

3  To  God  the  censer's  smoke  ascends  ; 
The  gold  the  sov' reign  King  attends  : 


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In  myrrh  the  bitter  type  we  see, 
Of  suff'ring  and  mortality. 

4  To  Christ,  who  did  the  Gentiles  call, 
Be  endless  glory  giv'n  by  all  ; 
To  God  the  Father  we  repeat 
The  same,  and  to  the  Paraclete, 


A 


Lent. 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS, 


.UDI  benigne  Conditor 
Nostras  preces  cum  fletibus, 
In  hoc  sacro  jejunio. 
Fusas  quadragenario. 

2  Scrutator  alme  cordium5 
Infirma  tu  scis  virium  ; 
Ad  te  reversis  exhibe 
Remissionis  gratiam, 

3  Multum  quidem  peccavimus, 
Sed  parce  confitentibus  : 

Ad  nominis  laudem  tui 
Confer  medelam  languidis. 

4  Concede  nostrum  conteri 
Corpus  per  abstinentiam  ; 
Cnlpse  ut  relinquant  pabulum, 
Jejuna  corda  criminum. 

5  Prsesta  beata  Trinitas, 
Concede  simplex  unitas  ; 
Ut  fructuosa  sint  tuis, 
Jejuniorum  munera. 


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(     42     ) 

The  same,  in  English, 


BOUNTIFUL  Creator  !  hear 
The  prayers  which  with  an  humble  fear, 
Before  thy  throne,  this  sacred  Lent, 
We  pour  from  hearts  with  sorrow  rent. 

2  Almighty  searcher  of  our  hearts  ! 

Thou  know'st  the  weakness  of  our  .parts  ; 
We  to  thy  tender  mercies  fly  ;        'f$Hfa 
Ah  !  do  thy  healing  grace  apply. 

3  Alas  !  our  sins  are  numberless  ; 
But  we  our  guilt  with  grief  confess  ; 
Lord,  for  the  glory  of  thy  name, 
From  death  our  sinful  souls  reclaim. 

4  Whilst  we  by  fast  our  flesh  restrain, 
Permit  us  not  to  sin  again  : 

O  may  our  hearts  from  vices  free, 
For  ever  live  and  burn  for  thee  ! 

5  Grant,  O  most  holy  Trinity  ! 
O  undivided  unity  ; 

The  labour  of  this  solemn  fast, 
May  lead  us  to  eternal  rest. 

In  Passion  Time. 

THE    PLAINT    OF    THE    BLESSED    VIRGIN. 


s 


TAB  AT  mater  dolorofa, 
Juxta  crucem  lacrymosa, 

Dum  pendebat  Alius, 
Cujus  animam  gementem, 
Contristatam  et  dolentem, 
Pertransivit  gladius. 


(     43     ) 

2  O  quam  tristis  et  afHicta, 
Fuit  ilia  benedicta 

Mater  unigeniti. 
Quae  moerebat  et  dolebat, 
Et  tremebat  cum  videbat 

Nati  pcenas  inclvti. 

3  Quis  est  homo  qui  non  fleret, 
Christi  matrem  si  videret 

In.tanto  supplicio  ? 
Quis  posset  non  contristari 
Piam  matrem  contemplari 

Dolentem  cum  filio  ? 

4  Pro  peccatis  suas  gcntis 
Vidit  Jesum  in  tormentis, 

Et  flagellis  subditum. 
Vidit  suum  dulcem  natum, 
Morientem,  desolatum, 

Dum  emisit  spiritum, 

5  Eia  mater  fons  amoris 
Me  sentire  vim  doloris 

Fac,  ut  tecum  lugeam. 
Fac  ut  ardeat  cor  meum, 
In  amando  Christum  Deum, 

Ut  ill i  complaceam, 

G  Sancta  mater  istud  agas, 
Crucifixi  fige  plagas 

Cordi  meo  valide, 
Tui  Nati  vulnerati, 
Tarn  dignati  pro  me  pati, 

Pcenas  mecum  divide. 

7  Fac  me  vere  tecum  flere, 
Crucifixo  condolere, 
Donee  ego  vixero. 


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Juxta  crucem  tecum  stare, 
Te  libenter  sociare, 

In  planctu  desidero. 

8  Virgo  virginum  praeclara, 
Mihi  jam  non  sis  amara, 

Fac  me  tecum  plangere. 
Fac  ut  portem  Christi  mortem, 
Passionis  ejus  sortem, 
Et  plagas  recolere. 

$  Fac  me  plagis  vulnerari, 
Cruce  hac  inebriari, 

Ob  amorem  filii. 
Inflammatus  et  accensus, 
Per  te  virgo  sim  defensus, 

In.  die  judicii. 

10  Fac  me  cruce  custodiri, 
Morte  Christi  praemuniri, 

Confoveri  gratia. 
Quando  corpus  monetur, 
Fac  ut  animae  donetur, 
Paradisi  gloria. 

The  same,  in  English, 

1  \J  NDER  the  world's  redeeming  wood 
The  most  afflicted  Mother  stood, 
Mingling  her  tears  with  her  Son's  blood. 

2  As  that  stream'd  down  from  ev'ry  part, 
Of  all  his  wounds  she  felt  the  smart  ; 
What  pierc'd  his  body,  pierc'd  her  heart, 

3  Who  can  with  tearless  eyes  look  on, 
When  such  a  Mother  such  a  Son 
Wounded  and  gasping,  does  bemoan  ? 


(     45     ) 

4  O  !   worse  than  Jewish  heart,  that  could 
Unmoved  see  the  double  flood 

Of  Mary's  tears  and  Jesus'  blood  ! 

5  Alas  !  our  sins,  they  were  not  his, 
In  this  atoning  sacrifice, 

For  which  he  bleeds,  for  which  he  dies. 

6  When  graves  did  open,  rocks  were  rent  : 
When  nature  and  each  element 

His  torments  and  his  grief  resent  ; 

7  Shall  man,  the  cause  of  all  his  pain. 
And  all  his  grief  ;  shall  sinful  man 
Only  insensible  remain  ? 

3  Ah  !  pious  Mother,  teach  my  heart, 
Of  sighs  and  tears  the  holy  art, 
And  in  thy  grief  to  bear  a  part. 

9  That  sword  of  grief,  that  did  pass  through 
Thy  very  soul,  O  may  it  now 
One  kind  wound  on  my  heart  bestow  ! 

10  Great  Queen  of  sorrows,  in  thy  train 
Let  me  a  mourner's  place  obtain, 
With  tears  to  cleanse  all  sinful  stain. 

1 1  Refuge  of  sinners,  grant  that  we 
May  tread  thy  steps  ;  and  let  it  be 
Our  sorrow,  not  to  grieve  like  thee. 


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12  O  may  the  wounds  of  thy  dear  Son 
Our  contrite  hearts  possess  alone, 
And  all  terrene  affections  drown. 

13  And  on  us  such  impression  make. 
That  we  of  sufFrinsr,  for  his  sakea 
May  joyfully  our  portion  take  { 

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14  Let  us  his  proper  badge  put  or:, 
Let's  ^lory  in  the  cross  alone, 

By  which  he  marks  us  for  his  own. 

1 5  That  when  the  dreadful  day  shall  come, 
For  ev'ry  man  to  hear  his  doom, 

On  his  right  hand  we  may  fiad  room. 

lb  Pray  for  us,  Mary  :   Jesus,  hear 

Our  humble  prayers  ;   secure  our  fear, 
When  thou  in  judgment  shalt  appear. 

1  7  Now  give  us  sorrow,  give  us  love, 
That,  so  prepar'd,  we  may  remove, 
When  call'd,  to  the  blest  seats  aboye. 

In  Passion  Time,  i.  e.  the  two  last  weeks 
of  Lent, 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS,  WHICH   IS    SUNG    ALSO    ON    THE    FESTIVALS 


OF    THE    HOLY     CROSS. 


1  V  EXILLA  regis  prodeunt, 
Fulget  crucis  mysterium, 
Quo  vita  mortem  pertulit, 

Et  morte  vitam  protulit, 

2  Quae  vuinerata  lanceae 
Mucrone  diro,  criminum 
Ut  nos  lavaret  sordibus, 
Manavit  unda  et  sanguine, 

3  Impleta  sunt  quae  concinit 
David  fideli  carmine, 
Dicendo  nationibus  .• 
Regnavit  a  ligno  Deus. 


(     47     ) 

4  Arbor  decora  et  fulgida 
Ornata  regis  purpura, 

Electa  digno  stipite,  , 

Tarn  sancta  membra  tangere. 

5  Beata,  cujus  brachiis 
Pretium  pependit  saaculi, 
Statera  facta  corporis, 
Tulitque  praedam  tartari. 

6  O  Crux,  ave,  spes  unica  : 
Hoc  Passionis  tempore, 

(Instead  of  this  last  line,  on  the  finding  of  the  cross, 
is  said, 
Paschale  quae  fers  gaudium. 

On  the  exaltation  of  the  cross,  is  $aid9 
In  hac  triumphi  gloria,) 

Pi  is  adauge  gratiam, 
Reisque  dele  crimina. 

-    7  Te,  foris  salutis  Trinitas, 
Collaudet  omnis  Spiritus  ; 
Quibus  crucis  victoriam 
Largiris,  adde  prsemium. 


xB 


The  same,  in  English , 


EHOLD  the  royal  ensigns  fly, 
Bearing  the  Cross's  mystery  ; 
Where  iife  itself  did  death  endure, 
And  by  that  death  did  life  procure. 

2  A  cruel  spear  let  out  a  flood 

Of  water  mix'd  with  saving  blood, 
Which,  gushing  from  the  Saviour's  side, 
Drown'd  our  offences  in  the  tide. 


(     48     ) 

3  The  mystery  we  now  unfold, 
Which  David's  faithful  verse  foretold, 
Of  our  Lord's  kingdom*  whilst  we  see 
God  ruling  nations  from  a  tree. 

4  O  lovely  tree,  whose  branches  wore 
The  royal  purple  of  his  gore  ! 
How  glorious  does  thy  body  shine, 
Supporting  members  so  divine  ! 

5  The  world's  blest  balance  thou  art  made  ; 
On  thee  our  ransom  Christ  is  weigh 'd  ; 
Our  sins,  though  great,  his  pains  outweigh, 
And  rescue  hell's  expected  prey. 

6  Hail,  holy  Cross  !    Hail,  mournful  tree  ! 
Our  hope  with  Christ  is  nail'd  on  thee  ; 
Grant  to  the  just  increase  of  grace, 
And  ev'ry  sinner's  crimes  efface. 

7  Blest  Trinity,  we  praises  sing 

To  thee,  from  whom  all  graces  spring  ; 
Celestial  crowns  on  those  bestow, 
Who  conquer  by  the  Cross  below. 


B 


Another  Translation. 


EHOLD,  O  man,  behold   the  glorious  wood, 
Dy'd  with  thy  great  Redeemer's  sacred  blood  ; 
Whereon  for  thee  thy  God  was  crucified  ; 
Whereon  for  thee  he  hung,  he  bled,  he  died, 

2  There,  of  life-giving  blood,  a  saving  tide 

Flows  streaming  from  my  Saviour's  wounded  side  ; 
There  tender  mercy's  spelling  billows  roll  ; 
There  heav'nly  grace  revives  my  dying  soul. 

3  O  faithful  Prophet  !   what  thy  verse  foretold, 
Unfolded  now  our  wond'ring  eyes  behold  ; 


(     49     ) 

The  glorious  kingdom  of  our  Lord  we  see, 
And  Jesus  rules  the  nations  from  a  tree. 

4  O  beauteous  tree  !  whose  shining  branches  wore 
The  royal  purple  of  his  precious  gore  ; 

O  tree  of  life,  how  sweet  thy  fruits  must  be  I 
Since  members  so  divine  are  stretch'd  on  thee. 

5  Thrice  happy  tree  I  whose  lofty  arms  have  weigh'd 
The  mighty  Saviour,  who  our  ransom  paid  ; 

By  thee,  he  triumph'd  o'er  our  hellish  foes  ; 
By  thee,  he  put  an  end  to  all  our  woes. 

6  Hail,  glorious  Cross  !  whom  Jesus'  sweet  embrace 
Hath  made  our  hope  and  source  of  all  our  grace  ; 
Whilst  we  remember  here  his  dying  love, 

Bring  to  us  peace  and  pardon  from  above. 

7  Most  holy  Trinity,  our  God,  our  King, 
Let  all  the  heav'nly  hosts  thy  praises  sing. 

O  Jesus  save  our  souls,  thy  dear-earn 'd  prize, 
And  lead  us  through  thy  Cross  to  endless  joys. 

Hymn. 

PANGE,    LINGUA,    &C. 

1  kJlNG,  O  my  tongue,  devoutly  sing 
The  glorious  laurels  of  our  King  ; 
Sing  the  triumphant  victory 

Gain'd  on  the  Cross  erected  high, 
Where  man's  Redeemer  yields  his  breath, 
And  dying,  conquers  hell  and  death. 

2  With  pity  our  Creator  saw 

His  noblest  work  transgress  his  law, 
When  our  first  parents  rashly  ate 
The  fatal  tree's  forbidden  meat  a 


(     50     ) 

He  then  resolv'd  the  Cross's  wood 
Should  make  that  tree's  sad  damage  good. 

3  By  this  wise  method  God  designM 
From  sin  and  death  to  save  mankind  : 
Superior  art  with  love  combines, 
And  arts  of  Satan  countermines  ; 
And  where  the  traitor  gave  the  wound, 
There  healing  remedies  are  found. 

4  When  the  full  time,  decreed  above, 
Was  come,  to  show  this  work  of  love  ; 
Th'  eternal  Father  sends  his  Son, 
The  world's  Creator,  from  his  throne, 
Who,  on  our  earth,  (this  vale  of  tears,) 
Cloth'd  with  a  virgin's  flesh  appears. 

5  Thus  God,  man  made,  an  infant  lies, 
And  in  the  manger  weeping  cries  ; 
Kis  sacred  limbs,  by  Mary  bound, 
The  poorest  tatter'd  rags  surround  : 
And  God's  incarnate  feet  and  hands 
Are  closely  bound  with  swathing-bands. 

6  He  thirty-three  years  freely  spent 
In  this  our  mortal  banishment  ; 
And  then  his  gen'rous  love  decreed 
For  the  lost  sons  of  men  to  bleed, 
And,  on  the  cross  a  victim  laid, 
The  Son  of  God  our  ransom  paid. 

7  Gall  was  his  drink  ;  his  flesh  they  tear 
With  thorns  and  nails  :   a  cruel  spear 
Pierces  his  side,  from  whence  a  flood 
Streams  forth,  of  water  nr.x'd  with  blood  ; 
And  in  this  flood  are  wash'd  again, 

The  sinful  earth,  the  stars,  the  main. 


(     61     ) 

8  O  faithful  Cross  !  O  noblest  tree  ! 

In  aH  ouj  woods  there's  none  like  thee  : 
No  earthly  proves,  no  shady  bow'rs, 
Produce  such  leaves,  such  fruit,  such  flow'rs 
Sweet  are  the  nails,  and  sweet  the  wood, 
That  bears  a  weight  so  sweet,  so  good. 

9  Bend,  tow'rlng  tree,  thy  branches  bend, 
Thy  native  stubbornness  suspend  ; 

Let  not  stiff  nature  use  its  force  ; 
To  weaker  sap  have  now  recourse  ; 
With  softer  arms  receive  thy  load, 
And  gently  bear  our  dying  God. 

10  On  thee  was  slain  the  Lamb  of  God  ; 
On  thee  was  pour'd  his  sacred  blood  : 
Thou  art  the  ark  to  which  we  fly 
From  raging  storms  and  misery  ; 
Thou  art  the  harbour  of  true  bliss, 

Where  shipwreck'd  men  find  rest  and  peace. 

1 1  All  glory  to  the  sacred  Three, 
One  undivided  Deity  ; 

To  Father,  Holy  Ghost,  and  Son, 
Be  equal  praise  and  homage  done  ; 
Let  the  whole  universe  proclaim 
Of  One  and  Three  the  glorious  name. 


Psalm  us  L. 

JVlrSERERE  mei,  De- 
us,*  secundum  magnam 
misericordiam  tuam. 

Et  secundum  multitudi- 
nem  miserationum  tua- 
rum,  *  dele  iniqmtatem 
meam. 


Psalm  50. 


H 


AVE  mercy  on  me 
O  God,*  according  to  thy 
great  mercy. 

And  according  to  the 
multitude  of  thy  tender 
mercies,  *  blot  out  my 
iniquity. 


J     52     ) 


Amplius  lava  me  ab 
iniquitute  meu,  *  et  a  pec- 
cato  m^o  munda  me  ; 

Quoniam  iniquitatem 
meam  ego  cognoseo,  *  et 
peccatum  meum  contra  me 
est  semper. 

Tibi  soli  peccavi,  et  ma- 
lum coram  te  feci  ;  *  ut 
j  ustificeris  in  sermon  ibus 
tuis,  et  vincas  cum  judica- 
ris. 

Ecce  enim  in  iniquita- 
tibus  conceptus  sum,*  et 
in  peccatis  concepit  me 
mater  mea. 

Ecce  enim  veritatem  di- 
lexisti  ;*  incerta  et  occulta 
sapientae  tuae  manifestasti 
mihi. 

Asperges  me  hyssopo  et 
mundabor  ;  *  lavabis  me, 
et  super  nivem  dealbabor. 


Auditui  meo  dabis  gau- 
dium  et  laetitiam  ;*  et  ex- 
ultabunt  ossa  humiliata. 


Averte  faciem  tuam  a 
peccatis  meis,  *  et  omnes 
iniquitates  meas  dele. 


Wash  me  yet  more 
from  my  iniquity,  *  and 
cleanse  me  from  my  sin  ; 

Because  I  know  my 
iniquity,  *  and  my  sin  is 
always  before  me. 

To  thee  only  have  I  sin- 
ned, and  have  done  evil 
before  thee ;  *  that  thou 
may  est  be  justified  in  thy 
words,  and  mayest  over- 
come when  thou  art  judged. 

For  behold,  I  was  con- 
ceived in  iniquities,  *  and 
in  sins  did  my  mother  con- 
ceive me. 

For  behold,  thou  hast 
loved  truth  ;*  the  uncertain 
and  hidden  things  of  thy 
wisdom  thou  hast  made 
manifest  to   me. 

Thou  shalt  sprinkle  me 
with  hyssop,  and  I  shall 
be  cleansed  ;*  thou  shalt 
wash  me,  and  I  shall  be 
made  whiter  than  snow. 

To  my  hearing  thou 
shalt  give  joy  and  glad- 
ness ;*  and  the  bones  that 
have  been  humbled  shall 
rejoice. 

Turn  away  thy  face 
from  my  sins,*  and  blot 
out  my  iniquities. 


(     53     ) 


Cor  mundum  crea  in 
me,  Deus  ;  *  et  spiritum 
rectum  innova  in  visceribus 
meis. 

Ne  projicias  me  a  facie 
tua  ;*  et  Spiritum  Sanctum 
tuum  ne  auferas  a  me. 

Redde  mihi  laetitiam  sa- 
lutaris  tui  ;  *  et  spiritu 
pnncipali  connrma  me, 

Docebo  iniquos  vias  tu- 
as  ;*  et  impii  ad  te  con- 
vertentur. 

Libera  me  de  sanguini- 
bus,  Deus,  Deus  salutis 
rneae  ;*  et  exultabit  lingua 
ir.ea  justitiam  tuam, 

Domine,  labia  mea  ape- 
ries ;*  et  os  meum  an  nun- 
tiabit  laudem  tuam 

Quoniam  si  voluisses, 
sacrificium  dedissem  uti- 
que  ;*  holocaustis  non  de- 
lectaberis. 

Sacrificium  Deo  spiritus 
contribulatus 


Create  a  clean  heart  in 
me,  O  God,*  and  renew  a 
right  spirit  within  my  bow- 
els. 

Cast  me  not  away  from 
thy  face,*  and  take  not  thy 
Holy  Spirit  from  me. 

Restore  unto  me  the  joy 
of  thy  salvation,  *  and 
strengthen  me  with  a  per- 
fect spirit. 

I  will  teach  the  unjust 
thy  ways  ;*  and  the  wick- 
ed shall  be  converted  to 
thee. 

Deliver  me  from  blood, 
O  God,  thou  God  of  my 
salvation,*  and  my  tongue 
shall  extol  thy  justice. 

O  Lord,  thou  wilt  open 
my  lips,*  and  my  mouth 
shall  declare  thy  praise. 

For  if  thou  hadst  desired 
sacrifice,  I  would  indeed 
have  given  it  ;*  with  burnt 
offerings  thou  wilt  not  be 
delighted. 

A  sacrifice  to  God  is  aa 


cor    con-     afflicted  spirit  ;*  a    contrite 


tritum  et  hurmliatum,  De- 
us, non  despicies. 

Benigne  fac,  Domine, 
in  bona  voluntatetua  Sion,* 
ut  aedificentur  muri  Jeru- 
salem. 


Aid  humble  heart,  OGod, 
thou  wilt  not  despise. 

Deal  favourably,  O 
Lord,  in  thy  goodness, 
with  Sion,*  that  the  walls 
of  Jerusalem  may  be  built 
up. 


(     54     ) 

Tunc  acceptabis  sacrifi-  Then   shalt   thou  accept 

cium  jwstitiae,  oblationes  et  the  sacrifice  of  justice,  ob- 

holocausta  ;*    tunc    impo-  lations,  and    whole    burnt- 

uent  super  altare  tuum  vi-  offerings  ;*  then   shall  they 

tulos.  lay  calves  upon    thy  altars. 

Easter. 


O 


Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia. 


o 


FILII  et  Filise, 
Rex  ccelestis,  Rex  gloriae, 
Morte  surrexit  hodie,  Alleluia  ; 
Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

Et  mane  prima  sabbati, 
Ad  ostium  Monumenti, 
Accesserunt  Discipuli.     Alleluia,  &c. 

3  Et  Maria  Magdalene, 
Et  Jacobi  &  Salome, 

Venerunt  Corpus  ungere.     Alleluia,  &c. 

4  In  albis  sedens  Angelus 
Praedixit  Mulieribus  : 

In  Galilaea  est  Dominus.     Alleluia,  &c. 

5  Et  Joannes  apostolus, 
Cucurrit  Petro  citius, 

Monumento  venit  prius.     Alleluia,  &c. 

6  Discipulis  astantibus, 
In  medio  stetit  Christus, 

Dicens,  Pax  vobis  omnibus.     Alleluia,  &c. 

7  Ut  intellexit  Didymus, 
Quia  surrexerat  Jesus, 

Remansit  fere  dubius.     Alleluia,  &c. 


(     55      ) 

&       Vide,  Thoma,  vide  Latus, 
Vide  Pedes,  vide  Manus  ; 
Noli  esse  incredulus.     Alleluia,  &c, 

9       Quando  Thomas  vidit  Christum, 
Pedes,  manus,  lams   suum, 
Dixit,  Tu   es  Deus  meus.     Alleluia,  &c. 

10  Beati  qui  non  viderunt, 
Et  firmiter  crediderunt, 

Vitam  aeternam  habebunt.     Alleluia,  &c, 

11  In  hoc  Festo  sanctissimo. 
Sit  Laus  &  Jubilatio, 
Benedicamus  Domino.     Alleluia,  &rc. 

12       Ex  quibus  nos  humillimas, 
Devotas  atque  debitas, 
Deo  dicamus  gratias.     Alleluia,  j 

AiUltti«,  ALleluia^  Alleluia. 


iY« 


The  same  in  English. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia, 


OUNG  men  and  maids  rejoice  and  sing  ; 
The  King  of  heaven,  the  glorious  King, 
This  day  from  death  rose  triumphing.      Alleluia. 
(Repeat  Alleluia  three  times,  and  so  after  every  stanza.  J 

2  On  Sunday  morn,  by  break  of  day, 
His  dear  disciples  haste  away 

Unto  the  tomb  wherein  he  lay.     Alleluia. 

3  And  Magdalen,  in  company 
With  Mary  of  James,  and  Salome, 

T'  embalm  the  corpse,  came  zealously.     Alleluia. 


f     ^     ) 

4  An  angel  cloth M  in  white  tbcy  see, 
When  thither  come  ;  and  thus  spoke  be, 
The  Lord  you'll  meet  in  Galilee.     Alleluia, 

5  The  dear  belov'd  apostle  John 
Much  swifter  than  Saint  Peter  run, 
And  first  arrived  at  the  tomb.     Alleluia. 

6  While  in  a  room  th'  apostles  were, 
Our  Lord  among  them  did  appear, 

And  said,  Peace  be  unto  all  here.     Alleluia. 


7  To  Didymus,  when  all  declar'd, 

That  Christ  had  ris'n,  and  had  appear'd, 

He  doubted  still  the  truth  he  hear'd.      Alleluia. 

3  O  Thomas,  view  my  hands,  my  side, 
My  feet  ;   my  wounds  stiil  fresh  abide  ; 
Set  incredulity  aside.     Alleluia* 

J  Whi»n  Thomas  his  dear  Saviour  saw, 

And  touch'd  his  wounds  with  trembling  awe, 
Thou  art  my  God,  said  he,  I  know.     Alleluia, 

10  Blessed  are  they  who  have  not  seen, 
And  yet  who  firm  in  faith  have  been  ; 

With  me  they  shall  forever  reign.         Jllleluia* 

1 1  In  this  most  solemn  feast,  let's  raise 
Our  hearts  to  God  in  h\  runs  of  praise, 

And  let  us  blesi  the  Lord  always.     Alleluia, 

12  Our  grateful  thanks  to  God  let's  give, 
In  humble  manner,  while  we  live, 

For  all  the  favours  we  receive.      Alleluia* 
Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia. 


(    57    ) 

Another  Hijmn. 

THE  HAPP*    FRUITS    OF    CHRIST'S  RESURRECTION'. 

1  A.  O  day  he's  risen,  death  no  more 

Can  bind  him  to  the  grave  ; 
No  more  can  hell,  or  sin's  fell  pow'r 

O'er  him  dominion  have. 
He,  iiken'd  to  our  sinful  form, 

Once  doom'd  himself  to  die, 
That  he,  by  death,  might  death  o'ercome, 

Its  deadly  sting  destroy. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia.— Amen. 

2  O  death  !  where's  now  thy  mortal  sting  ? 

Where's  now  thy  victory  ? 
To  day  his  glorious  praise  we  sing, 

Who  triumph 'd  over  thee. 
Nor  triumph 'd  for  himself  alone  ; 

But,  by  his  mighty  pow'r, 
Taught  us  to  triumph  in  our  turn, 

Nor  dread  thy  terrors  more. 

3  For  lo  !  the  dread  of  death  is  sin, 

And  never  ending  woe ; 
From  thence  it  is  our  terrors  spring, 

From  thence  our  evils  flow. 
But  now  from  sin  and  hell  set  free. 

No  longer  death  we'll  fear  ; 
But  longing  for  eternity, 

Rejoice  when  it  draws  near.     Alleluia,  kc 

4  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  reigns  above  the  skies  ; 
He  will  revive  my  dusr  again, 

And  bid  my  body  rise. 
Thta  cloth'd  in  my  own  glorious  fleshy 

I  shall  behold  his  ice  ! 

E  2 


(      ^3      ) 

That  sweet  hope  in  my  besom  glows, 
And  cheers  my  ling'ring  days. 

5  Ye  angels  now  who  watch  around, 

The  Conqueror's  heav'nly  throne; 
Aid  us  to  muke  the  skies  resound, 

The  victory  for  us  won. 
Aid  us  to  sing  his  worthy  praise, 

With  one  united  heart  ; 
Aid  us  to  walk  in  all  his  ways, 

'Till  we  from  life  depart. 

Another  Hymn. 

I    SONG    OF    PRAISE    TO    CHRIST    RISEN    FROM    THE    DEAD. 


s 


ION  rejoice  ! — let  joyful  songs. 

Replace  thy  doleful  lays  ; 
Ye  angels  lend  your  heav'nJy  tongues, 

To  sing  our  Saviour's  praise. 
Lo  !   from  the  grave,  in  bright  array, 

Comes  forth  our  glorious  king  ; 
O  death,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

2  Now  death  has  lost  his  cruel  sway, 

Since  our  Emmanuel  rose  ; 
He  took  the  Tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  spoil'dour  hellish  foes. 
Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light, 

Who  cloth 'd  himself  in  clay, 
Enter'd  the  frightful  ga^es  of  night, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 

3  Great  Lord,  to  thine  almighty  name. 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay  ; 
Lou  I  Alleluias  shall  proclaim, 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 


(     59     ) 

Raise  then  your  voices,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  his  bless' d  abode  ; 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs, 
To  our  triumphing  God. 

4  Bright  angels  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things 

Sound  our  Emmanuel's  praise. 
Salvation  and  immortal  fame, 

To  our  victorious  king. 
O  !  let  the  whole  creation's  frame," 

With  Alleluias  ring. 

For  Easter  Time. 

HYMN. 

Ad  regias  Agni   dopes,  $rc 

1  X  HE  Red  Sea's  dangers  now  are  past  ^ 
Clad  in  white  robes,  come,  let  us  taste 
The  Lamb's  most  royal  feast,  and  sing 

A  hymn  of  praise  to  Christ  our  King. 

2  The  victim  in  this  mystic  feast 

Is  Christ  himself ;  his  love,  the  priest  ; 
Love  tore  his  flesh,  love  spilt  his  blood  ; 
Love  gives  us  both  to  be  our  food. 

3  The  posts,  thus  mark'd  with  sacred  gore, 
The  wasting  angel  passes  o'er  ; 

The  yielding  sea  divides  its  waves  ; 
Egyptians  float  in  liquid  graves. 

4  Our  paschal  feast  and  sacrifice, 

Is  Christ  the  Lamb,  who  for  us  dies  ; 
Christ  is  the  pure  unleaven'd  bread, 
By  which  the  purest  minds  are  fed* 


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5  O  true  celestial  sacrifice  ! 

By  thee,  hell's  power  vanquish1  d  lies  ; 
Relentless  death  unlocks  his  chaius, 
And  life  eternal,  man  regains  ! 

6  The  tyrant  prince  of  hellish  might 
Thus  conquerM,  and  th1  infernal  fight 
Thus  won,  victorious  Christ  displays 
His  trophies,  and  to  heav'n  conveys. 

7  That  we  forever  may  possess 
This  joyful  paschal  happiness, 
From  death  of  sin,  O  Jesus  i\te 
Those  that  are  born  again  of  thee. 

S  To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  be  homage  done 
This  praise  forever  let's  repeat 
To  G  od  the  Ho!y  Paraclete. 

Ascension. 


O 


Chrises   Ascension  and  Triumph. 


UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  ; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hel!  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

%  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads  ye  heav'nly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doois  give  way, 

3  Loo?e  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th1  ethenai  scene  ; 


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He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  king  of  glory  in 

4  Who  is  the  king  of  glory  ?— who  ?-— 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame; 

The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  o'erthrew^ 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name, 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits,  &c. 

6  Loose  your  bars  of  massy  light,  &c. 

7  Who  is  the  king  of  glory  } — who  ? — 

The  Lord  of  glorious  pow'r  possess'd  ; 
The  king  of  saints,  and  angels  too  ; 
God  over  all,  forever  blest. 


J 


Hymn  at  Vespers. 

SALUTIS   HUMAN*   SATOR,   Sit. 


ESUS,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Delight  of  ev'ry  pious  mind  ; 
Restorer  of  man's  fa:ien  race, 
And  purest  source  of  light  and  grace  ! 

2  O  boundless  love  !   O  matchless  grace  ! 
Thou,  guiltless,  tak'st  the  guilty 's  place  ; 
And,  to  make  wretched  sinners  live, 

Thou,  spotless  Lamb  !  thy  life  would'st  give; 

3  Th'  infernal  gates  are  forc'd  by  thee, 
Hell's  captives  from  their  chains  get  free  ; 
And  thou,   with  this  triumphant  train, 
Ascend 'st  on  God's  right  hand  to  reign, 

4  Let  now  kind  mercy  plead  our  cause  ; 
Heal  thou  our  wounds,  repair  our  less  ; 


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And  call  us  to  enjoy  thy  sight, 
In  realms  of  everlasting  light. 

5  O  Jesus,  whilst  on  earth  we  stay, 
Guide  thou  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  ; 
And  soothe  our  sorrows  with  thy  love, 
Until  we  reign  with  thee  above. 

6  To  Jesus,  who  ascends  the  sky, 
Be  glory  for  eternity. 

To  God  the  Father  let's  repeat 
The  same,  and  to  the  Paraclete. 


Hymn. 


C 


CHRIST'S    ASCENSION    AND    GLORT. 


OME,  all  devout  harmonious  tongues, 
Your  noblest  music  bring  ; 
'Tis  Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing. 

2  He,  from  the  Father's  bosom  sprung, 

Came  down  to  save  our  race  ; 
He  now  returns,  in  triumph  borne, 
Back  to  his  native  place. 

3  See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies  ; 
With  scars  of  honour  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 
With  him  th'  Almighty  Father  shares 
The  glory  of  his  throne. 

. 

5  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 

Up  to  the  throne  of  grace  ; 


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See  what  immortal  beauties  shine, 
Around  your  Saviour's  face, 

6  Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne  : 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

7  Worthy  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

And  for  us  sinners  dy'd  ; 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign,    . 
On  God  the  Father's  side. 

8  O  Father  !  look  on  thy  dear  Son, 

Behold  those  scars  of  love  ; 
They  call  for  mercy  ;   let  those  wounds 
Thy  heart  to  pity  move. 

9  Live,  glorious  Lord  !   and  reign  on  high  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  sing, 
And  angels  praise  with  endless  joy, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King:. 


\ 


o 


Whitsunday,  or  Pentecost. 


Btata  nobis  gaudia,   Sfc,  * 

A  HE  fleeting  year  pursues  its  way., 
And  now  brings  back  the  joyful  day 
Whereon  the  Holy  Ghost  possess' d, 
And  rejgn'd  in  each  apostle's  breast. 

The  sudden  flames,  like  tongues  of  fire, 
Their  hearts  and  speech  at  once  inspire  ; 
To  kindle  love,  and  to  dispense 
The  gift  of  heav'nly  eloquence. 


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S  They,  fillM  with  God,  in  transports  bless, 
With  various  tongues  and  languages, 
The  God  that  taught  those  wond'rous  ways, 
To  preach  his  words  and  speak  his  praise. 

4  They  speak,  and  mingling  nations  throng, 
Amaz'd  to  hear  their  native  tongue  ; 
Whilst  some  revile  the  gift  divine, 

And  call  it  an  excess  of  wine. 

5  But  Peter  checks  their  impious  spite, 
And  brings  the  sacred  truth  to  light, 

A  truth,  which,  though  from  them  conceal* d9 
The  prophets  taught,  and  God  reveal'd. 

6  Now,  gracious  God,  with  bended  knee,    £j   , 
Thy  Spirit's  gift  we  ask  of  thee  ; 

Make  all  the  seven-fold  fountains  flow. 
And  shed  their  grace  on  us  below. 

7  Long  since  thy  grace  thou  didst  impart, 
To  reign  in  each  disciple's  heart  ; 
With  the  same  grace  our  crimes  release, 
And  grant  us  everlasting  peace. 

8  Most  gracious  may  the  Father  reign, 
And  so  the  Son  who  rose  again  ; 
Together  with  the  Paraclete, 
Through  years  and  ages  infinite. 


Vi 


Hymn  at  Vespers. 


ENF,  Creator  Spiritus, 
Mentes  tuorum  visita, 
Imple  superna  gratia, 
Quae  tu  creasti,  pectora. 

2       Qui  diceris  Paracletus  ; 
Altissimi  Donum  Dei, 


(    63     ) 

Fons  vivus,  ignis,  charitas, 
Et  spintalis  unctio. 

3  Tu  septiformis  munere, 
Digitus  Paternae  dexterae 
Tu  rite  promissum  Patris, 
Sermone  ditans  guttura. 

4  Accende  lumen  sensibs  ; 
Infunde  amorem  cordibus  : 
Infirma  nostri  corporis 
Virtute  firmans  perpeti. 

5  Hostem  repellas  longius, 
Pacemque  dones  protinus  : 
Ductore  sic  te  praevio 
Vitemus  ornne  noxium, 

6  Per  te  sciamus  da  Patrem 
Noscamus  atque  Filium  ; 
Teque  utriusque  spiritum 
Credamus  omni  tempore. 

7  Deo  Patri  sit  gloria 
Et  Filio,  qui  a  moi'tuis 
Surrexit,  ac  Paracleto 
In  saeculorum  saecula. 

The  sa?nef  in  English, 

1  OPIRIT,  Creator  of  mankind, 
Come,  visit  ev'ry  pious  mind, 
And  sweetly  let  thy  grace  invade 

Our  hearts,  O  Lord,  which  thou  hast  made, 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  whom  all, 
Gift  of  the  highest  God,  must  call ; 


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The  living  fountain,  fire  and  love  ; 
The  ghostly  unction  from  above  ; 

3  God's  sacred  finger,  which  imparts 
A  sev'n-fold  grace  to  faithful  hearts  ; 
Thou  art  the  Father's  promise,  whence 
We  language  have,  and  eloquence. 

4  Enlighten,  Lord,  our  souls,  and  grant 
That  we  thy  love  may  never  want  ; 
Let  not  our  virtue  ever  fail, 

But  strengthen  what  in  flesh  is  frail. 

5  Chase  from  our  minds  th'  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow  ; 
And  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  way. 

6  Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe  : 
Give  us  thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son  in  thee. 

7  Immortal  honour,  endless  fame, 
Attend  th'  Almighty  Father's  name  : 
To  the  Son  equal  praises  be, 

And,  holy  Paraclete,  to  thee. 


S: 


Another  Hymn. 


EE  the  Paraclete  descending, 

Burning  with  celestial  fire  ; 
Grace  and  truth  on  him  attending, 

Men  with  heav'nly  love  inspire. 
Let  us  Alleluias  singing 

Offer  him  our  grateful  lays  ; 
He  all  heav'nly  giaces  bringing, 

Merits  everlasting  praise.— Alleluia,  Amen. 


(     C7     ) 

2  Men  in  ev'ry  danger  fearing, 

Now  the  greatest  dangers  scorn  ; 
Midst  of  torments  persevering, 

Shew  themselves  in  Christ  new-born. 
Let  us  Alleluias,  &c, — Alleluia,  Amen. 

3  Fishermen  by  thee  instructed, 

Jesus  to  the  world  proclaim  ; 
Infants  by  thy  grace  conducted, 
Rather  die  than  slight  his  name. 

Let  us  Alleluias,  &c. — Alleluia,  Amen. 

4  Idol's  fall,  the  Devil  ceasing 

O'er  the  world  to  be  ador'd  ; 
Faith  and  love  by  thee  increasing, 
All  confess  thee  sovere'gn  Lord. 

Let  us  Alleluias,  &c— Alleluia,  Amen, 

5  Source  of  love,  our  hearts  mflaming 

With  true  zeal  and  virtue  pure  ; 
Grant  we  may,  in  heaven  reigning, 
Sing  thy  praise  for  evermore/ 

Let  us  Alleluias,  &c— -Alleluia,  Amen. 

Another  Hymn. 

THE    OPERATIONS    OF    THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 


E- 


iTERNAL  Spirit  we  confess, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know, 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  quick'ning  powers  work  within 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning:  sin  ; 


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They  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  aw;.ke  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Come,  holy  spirit,  heav'nly  dove  ; 
Kindle  a  sacred  flame  of  love 
In  this  my  cold  and  sinful  heart, 
Nor  e'er  let  hence  thy  grace  depart. 

Trinity  Sunday. 

A     HYMN     AT     VESPERS. 

Jam  sol  receclit,  Sfc. 

JL  HE  fiery  sun  now  rolls  away  ; 
Blest  Three  and  One,  eternal  day, 
Thy  beams  of  light  and  love  impart 
To  ev'ry  cold  benighted  heart. 

In  morning  and  in  evening  verse, 
Thy  glorious  praises  we  rehearse  : 
May  we,  O  God,  the  same  express 
Amidst  thy  saints  in  happiness. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  endless  glory,  as  before 
The  world  began,  so  evermore, 

Another  Hymn. 

A    SONG    OF    PRAISE    TO    THE    BLESSED    TRINITY. 


■  L 


ET's  give  immortal  praise 
To  God  the  Father's  love  ; 


(   e.9  ) 

For  all  our  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above. 
He  seat  his  own 
Eternal  Son, 

To  die  for  sins, 
That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son,  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too  ; 
Who  sav'd  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlasting  woe  : 
Now  Jesus  lives, 
And  glorious  reigns, 
And  reaps  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  spirit's  name, 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live. 
His  work  completes 
The  great  design, 

And  fills  the  soul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Be  endless  honours  done  ; 
The  consub?tantial  Three, 
And  undivided  Ojse. 
Where  reason  fails 
With  all  her  pow'rs  ; 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 


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Hymn, 


B 


THE    POWER    AND    MAJESTY    OF    GOD. 


O 


EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 

And  when  like  wand' ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  eaith,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  court  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  : 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Corpus  Christi. 

HYMN- 

Lauda  Sion9  Sfc. 


B 


REAK  forth,  O  Sion  ;  thy  sweet  Saviour  sing, 
Thy  heav'nly  Guide,  thy  Pastor,  and  thy  King  ; 
Exalt  his  name,  and  loudly  sound  his  praise, 
In  tuneful  organs,  and  in  vocal  lays. 

Attempt  the  arduous  theme,  ascend  as  high 
As  soaring  thought  or  wings  of  faith  can  fly  ; 
The  wonder  then  above  all  praise  confess, 
Immensely  greater  than  thou  canst  express, 


(  n   ) 

3  Behold  !  the  living  and  life-giving  bread, 
With  solemn  pomp  on  holy  altars  spread, 
Now  fills  our  song,  a  subject  all  divine, 

In  which  the  wonders  of  th'  Almighty  shine  : 

4  The  bread  of  life,  which  ev'ry  faithful  breast 
Believes  was  broken  at  the  royal  feast, 
When  to  the  sacred  college  it  was  given, 
Alike  to  Judas  and  the  dear  Eleven. 

5  With  heart  inflamM,  now  raise  thy  tuneful  voice 
In  nobler  strains,  and  let  thy  soul  rejoice  ; 

Let  ev'ry  thing  within  thee  jointly  move, 
To  bless  the  sweet  invention  of  his  love, 

6  Let  age  to  as;e  record  the  solemn  day, 
And  constant  homage  for  the  bounty  pay  ; 
WThen  he  first  gave  himself,  in  humble  guise. 
At  once  both  Sacrament  and  Sacrifice, 

7  Figures  and  types  take  wing  and  fly  away, 
As  darkness  does  at  the  approach  of  day  : 
New  heav'nly  lights  new  mysteries  unfold, 
And  the  new  Pascha  terminates  the  old. 

%     What  Christ  then  did,  we  celebrate  the  same, 
In  his  own  words,  and  in  his  sacred  name  ; 
As  he  commanded,  the  dread  mystery 
Should  be  repeated  to  his  memory. 

9  And  thus,  by  him  who  spoke  and  all  was  made5 
Divinely  taught,  we  consecrate  the  bread 

And  wine  into  the  soul's  all-saving  food, 
His  glorious  body  and  atoning  blood. 

10  This  sacred  dogma  we  from  him  receive, 
(Nor  can  the  oracle  of  truth  deceive) 

That  bread  is  changed  (hence  an  outward  sign) 
Iato  his  .flesh,  and  into  blood  the  wine. 


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1 1  What  reason  reaches  not,  nor  sense  descries, 
Faith's  purer  light  abundantly  supplies  : 
Above  all  nature  we  confess  his  sway, 

Bow  down  our  heads  ;   'tis  fit  we  should  obey. 

12  The  narrow  compass  of  two  forms,  mere  signs, 
Not  real  things,  th'  Incarnate  Word  defines, 
Th'  exhaustless  source,  and  sweetest  overflow 
Of  all  good  things  that  heaven  can  bestow. 

13  His  deify'd  true  flesh  and  precious  blood, 
Immortal  and  immortalizing  food, 

Is  meat  and  dunk  indeed,  and  wholly  thine, 
Under  the  sep'rate  forms  of  bread  and  wine. 

14  Impassible's  the  Victim  we  adore, 
Unaltered  by  touch  ;  nor  broke  nor  tore  ; 
But  Jesus  whole,  in  veiled  majesty, 
Each  one  receives  •   stupendous  prodigy  ! 

I  5  Let  thousands  feed  ; — be  thou  the  only  guest, 
As  much  thou  dost  receive  as  all  the  rest ; 
Unnumbered  thousands  eat,  yet  still  they  leave 
The  unconsumed  whole  they  did  receive. 

1.6  Both  good  and  bad  to  this  blest  banquet  come  ; 
But  how  unlike  how  different  their  doom  ! 
For  'tis  as  we  approach,  as  foes  or  friends, 
Th'  alternative  of  life  or  death  depends. 

17   The  heav'nly  bread,  that  sweet  enliv'ning  food, 
Is  to  th'  unworthy,  death  ; — lite  to  the  good  : 
Then  ponder  we!!  the  different  event 
Of  like  receiving  this  dread  Sacrament, 


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18  Whenever  this  blest  Sacrament  shall  lie 
In  diff'rent  parcels,  broke  before  your  eye, 
Then  waver  not ;   remember  there  remains  "} 

Under  each  fragment,  what  the  whole  contains,  }» 
The  same  sweet  Jesus,  who  in  glory  reigns.       j 


f     73     ) 

19  Lo  !  then,  O  man  !  involv'd  in  rapture,  see 
The  bread  of  angels  thus  made  food  for  tnee  ; 
Food  to  refresh  the  pilgrim  on  his  way 

To  the  blest  regions  of  eternal  day  ; 

A  sweet  viatic  ;   a  divine  repast ; 

True  children's  bread,  to  dogs  not  to  be  cast. 

20  Wrapt  up  in  types,  the  Lamb  long  figur'd  lay, 
'Till  circling  years  the  shadows  drove  away. 

In  Isaac  'twas  in  living  figure  slain, 
And  in  the  Paschal  Lamb  :t  bled  again  ; 
The  ancient  fathers  too,  in  manna  ate, 
In  type,  or  figure,  this  life-giving  meat, 

21  Good  Pastor,  then,  true  Bread,  sweet  Jesus,  show 
Thy  tend 'rest  mercies  to  thy  sheep  below  ; 

Feed  and  defend  us  here,  that  we  may  see 
1  Good  things,  with  those  who  live  and  reign  with  thee 
In  heav'nly  regions,  ever  there  to  spend, 
In  joys  celestial,  years  that  never  end. 

22  O  thou  all-good,  all-potent,  and  all-wise  ! 
Who  feed'st  us  here  with  thine  own  sacrifice, 
Make  us  sit  down  with  thee  amongst  the  bless'd^ 
At  thine  own  table,  in  eternal  rest  ; 

Where  we  with  them,  thy  glory  may  adore^ 
Companions  and  co-heirs,  for  evermore. 

Hymn  at  Vespers, 

1    jL   ANGE  lingua  gloriosi 
Corporis  mysterium, 
Sanguinisque  pretiosi, 
Quern  in  mundi  pretium 
Fructus  ventris  generosi3 
Rex  effudit  Gentium. 


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2  Nobis  datus,  nobis  natus 
Ex  intacta  Virgine, 

Et  in  mundo  conversatus, 
Sparso  verbi  semine, 
Sui  moras  incolatus 
Miro  clausit  ordine. 

3  In  supremae  nocte  coenae 
Recumbens  cum  fratribus, 
Observata  lege  plene 
Cibis  in  legalibus, 
Cibum  turbae  duodenae 

Se  dat  suis  manibus. 

4  Verbum  caro,  panem  vcrum 
Verbo  carnem  efficit  : 
Fitque  sanguis  Christi  merum, 

'  El  si  sensus  deficit, 
Ad  nrmandum  cor  sincerum 
Sola  fides  sufficit, 

5  Tantum  ergo  Saoramentum 
Veneremur  cernui  ; 

Et  antiquum  documentum 
Novo  cedat  ritui  ; 
Praestet  fides  supplementum 
Sensuum  defectui. 

t>       Genitori,  Genitoque 
Laus  et  jubilatio, 
Salus,  honor,  virtus  quoque 
Sit  et  benedictio ; 
Procedenti  ab  utroque 
Compar  sit  laudatio.     Amen. 

The  same  in  English. 

1    k3lNG,  O  my  tongue,  adore  and  praise 
The  depth  of  God's  mysterious  ways  ; 


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How  Christ,  the  world's  great  King,  bestow'd 
His  flesh,  conceal'd  in  human  food, 
And  left  mankind  the  blood  that  paid 
The  ransom  for  the  souls  he  made. 

2  Giv'n  from  above,  and  born  for  man, 
From  Virgin's  womb  his  life  began  ; 
He  liv'd  on  earth,  and  preach'd,  to  sow 
The  seeds  of  heav'nly  truth  below  ; 
Then  seal'd  his  mission  from  above 
With  strange  effects  of  pow'r  and  love. 

3  'Twas  on  that  ev'ning,  when  the  last 
And  most  mysterious  supper  past  ; 
When  Christ  with  his  disciples  sat, 
To  close  the  law  with  legal  meat  ; 
Then  to  the  Twelve  himself  bestow'd, 
With  his  own  hands,  to  be  their  food. 

4  The  Word,  made  flesh  for  love  of  man, 
His  word  turns  bread  to  flesh  again, 
And  wine  to  blood,   unseen  by  sense, 
By  virtue  of  Omnipotence  ; 

And  here  the  faithful  rest  secure, 
Whilst  God  can  vouch,  and  faith  insure, 

5  To  this  mysterious  table  now, 

Our  knees,  our  hearts  and  sense  we  bow  ; 
Let  ancient  rites  resign  their  place 
To  nobler  elements  of  grace, 
And  faith  for  all  defects  supply, 
Whilst  sense  is  lost  hi  mystery. 

6  To  God  the  Father,  born  of  none, 
To  Christ,   his  co-eternal  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  whose  equal  rays 
From  both  proceed,  one  equal  praise, 
One  honour,  jubilee,  and  fame, 
Forever  bless  his  glorious  name. 


(   re  ) 

I 

Other  Hymns,  which  as   well  as  the  preceding  ones,  may 
be  sung  at  the  Benediction  of  the  Blessed  Sacrament. 


V 


Hym 


innn, 


ANTS  angelicus  fit  panis  hominum, 
Dat  panis  coebcus  figuris  terminum. 
O  res  mirabilis  !   manducat  Dominum 
Pauper,  servus  et  humilis. 

2  Te,  Trina  Deitas  Unaque,  poscimus, 
Sic  dos  tu  visita,  sicut  te  colimus  ; 
Per  tuas  semitas  due  nos  quo  tendimus, 
Ad  lucera  quam  inhabitas. 

The  same  in  English. 

1  JL  HE  bread  of  angels,  bread  of  men  is  made  ; 
The  truth  and  substance  now  excludes  the  shade. 

0  strange  effect  of  love  !  the  sov' reign  God 
Becomes  the  poor's,  the  slave's,  the  sinner's  food  ! 

2  O  Three  and  One,  we  humbly  thee  implore 
To  manifest  thyself,  as  we  adore  ; 

By  thy  own  ways  instruct  us  how  to  move, 

To  find  th'  abyss  of  light  in  which  thou  dwell'st 

above. 

Another  Hipnn. 

1  x\VE  verum  corpus  natum 

De  Maria  virgine, 
Vere  passu m,  immolatum, 
In  cruce  pro  homine. 

2  Cujus  latus  perforatum 

Unda  fluxit  et  sanguine, 
Esto  nobis  pvaesust.itum, 
Mortis  in  examine. 


(     77     ) 

$  O  Jesu  dulcis  ! 
*  O  Jesu  pie  ! 
O  Jesu  fili  Maris 
Tu  nobis  miserere. 

The  same,  in  English. 

1   XA  AIL  !   real  body  of  our  Lord, 
From  spotless  Virgin  born  ; 
Hail  !   Victim,  stretch 'd  upon  the  cross. 
And  for  us  bruis'd  and  torn, 

2  Thy  side  with  cruel  spear  transpierced, 

Let  out  a  saving  flood, 
(To  wash  our  sinfui  stains  away,) 
Of  water  mix'd  with  blood. 

3  O  heav'nly  manna  !   be  our  food, 

Whilst  in  this  life  we  stay  ; 
And  when  death  comes,  prepare  our  souls 
To  meet  the  judgment  day, 

4  O  orracious  Jesus  !   bounteous  Lord  ! 

O  Mary's  clement  Son  ! 
Let  sinners  grace  and  pardon  find. 
Before  thy  mercy's  throne. 


o 


Ht 


ymn. 


SALUTARIS  hostia  ! 
Quae  coeli  pandis  ostium  ; 
Bella  premunt  hostilia, 
L)a  robur  fer  auxilium. 

2   Vni  trinoque  Domino, 
Sit  sempiterna  gloria  ; 


H 


(      78      ) 

Qui  vltam  sine  termino 
Nobis  donet  in  patria. 


o 


The  sa?ne  in  English. 


SAVING  victim,  pledge  of  love  ! 
Who  opeti'st  heaven's  gates  above  ; 
By  hostile  wars  we  are  oppress'd, 
Be  thou  our  force,  support  and  rest. 

2  To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one  ; 
Be  endless  praise,  may  he  above 
With  life  immortal,  crown  our  love. 

Another. 

1    VJ   SAVING  hostl   O  heav'nly  bread  I 
That  mak'st  our  souls  forever  live  ; 
Against  the  cruel  foes  we  dread, 
Thy  heav'nly  aid  unto  us  give. 

g   O  thou,  who  feed'st  us  with  thy  blood, 
Good  Shepherd,  praise  be  to  thy  name  ! 
Whilst  mortals  ta^te  th'  immortal  food, 
Let  heav'nly  choirs  thy  love  proclaim. 


The  Assumption, 


AND    OTHER    FESTIVALS    or    THE    BLESSED    VIRGIN. 


A- 


VE,  Maria,  gratia  plena  !  Dominus  tecum  ;  bene* 
dicta  tu  in  mulieribus  et  benedictus  fi  uctus  ventris  tui, 
Jesus. 

Sancta  Maria,  Mater  Dei,   ora  pro  nobis  peccatoribus 
nunc  et  in  hora  mortis  nostia?.     Amen. 


Ha 


(     79     ) 
Hymn. 


IL  Mary  !  Queen  and  Virgin  pure, 
With  ev'ry  grace  replete! 
Hail,  kind  protectress  of  the  poor  ! 
Pity  our  needy  state. 

2  O  thou  who  fiU'st  the  highest  place, 

Next  heav'ns  imperial  throne  ! 
Obtain  for  us  each  saving  grace, 
And  make  our  wants  thy  own. 

3  How  oft,   when  trouble  fill'd  my  breast, 

Or  sin  my  conscience  pain'd  ; 
Through  tUee  1  sought  tor  peace  and  rest, 
Through  thee  [  peace  obtain'd. 

4  Then  hence,  in  all  my  pa    s  and  cares, 

I'll  seek  for  help  in  thee  ; 
E'er  trusting,  thro'  thy  powerful  prayers, 
To  gain  eternity. 


A 


Hymn  at  Vespers, 


VE  maris   stella, 
Dei  mater  alma, 
Atque  semper  Virgo, 
Felix  cceh  porta. 

2  Sumens  illud  Ave, 
Gabriel  is  orei 
Funda  nos  in  pace, 
Mutans  Evae  nomen. 

3  Solve  vincla  reis 
Profer  lumen  caecis, 

Maia  nostia  p«..ie, 
Bona  cuncta  posce. 


B 


(     80      ) 

4  Monstra  te  esse  Mat  rem, 
Sumat  per  te  preces, 
Qui  pro  nobis  natus, 
Tuiit  esse  tuus. 

5  Virgo  singularis, 
Inter  omnes  mitis, 
Nos  culpis  solutos, 
Mites  fac  et  castos. 

6  Vitam  praesta  puram, 
Iter  para  tutum, 

Ut  videntes  Jesum, 
Semper  collaetemur. 

7  Sit  laus  Deo  Patri, 
Surnmo  Christo  Decus, 
Spintui  Sancto, 
Tubus  honor  unus. 

The  same  in  English. 


RIGHT  Mother  of  our  Maker,  hail  ! 
Thou  virgin  ever  blest  ; 
The  ocean's  star,  by  which  we  sail, 
And  gain  the  port  of  rest. 

2  Whilst  we  this  Ave  thus  to  thee, 

From  Gabriel's  mouth  rehearse  ; 
Prevail  that  peace  our  lot  may  be, 
And  Eva  s  name  reverse. 

3  Release  our  long  entangled  mind, 

From  all  the  snares  of  ill  ; 
With  heav'nly  light  instruct  the  blind, 
And  all  our  vows  fulfill. 

4  Exert  for  us  a  mother's  care, 

And  us  thy  children  own  ; 


D 


(     81     ) 

Prevail  with  Him  to  hear  our  pray'r, 
Who  cnose  to  be  thy  Sou. 

O  spotless  maid  1  whose  virtues  shine, 

With  brightest  purity  ; 
Each  action  of  our  life  refine, 

And  make  us  pure  like  thee. 

6  Preserve  our  lives  unstain'd  from  ill ; 

And  guard  us  in  our  way  ; 
That  Christ  one  day  our  souls  may  fill 
With  joys  that  ne'er  decay. 

7  To  God  the  Father,  endless  praise  ; 

To  God  the  Son,  the  same  ; 
And,  Holy  Ghost,  whose  equal  raye 
One  equal  glory  claim* 


.T. 


Another  Hymn. 

QUEM     TERRA,  &C. 


O 


HE  Sov'reign  God  whose  hands  sustain 
The  heav'nly  orbs,  the  earth,  the  main; 
Whose  generation  none  can  tell, 
In  tiiee,  O  Mary  !   chose  to  dwell. 

He,  whom  the  sun  and  moon  obey, 
To  whom  all  creatures  homage  pay? 
The  mighty  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
In  thee  coacealM,  an  infant  liep- 

3  Thrice  happy  Maid  !   whom  Heaven's  choice 
Hus  made  the  source  of  all  our  joys  ; 
Since  he,  by  whom  we  move  and  live, 
£"rom  thee  would  life  and  food  receive t 


(      32     ) 

•4    An  angel  brings  the  bappy  news  ; 
The  Holy  Ghost,  thy  heavenly  spouse, 
Covers  thee  with  his  fruitful  shade, 
And  Christ's  blest  Mother  thou  art  made. 

5  O  Mary,  full  of  grace  divine  ! 
Thy  glories  now  the  stars  outshine  ; 
Lo  !   thy  Creator  and  thy  God 
Draws  from  thy  breast  his  life  and  food. 

6  O  gracious  Mother  of  mankind, 
What  Eve  had  lost,  in  thee  we  find  ; 
The  way  to  heav'n  is  now  by  thee 
To  mourning  sinners  open'd  free. 

7  Thou  art  the  gate  of  heav'nly  light, 
Through  which  the  conqu'ring  Prince  of  might 
Comes,  captive  mankind  to  redeem  ; 

Ye,  Nations  !  sound  the  glorious  theme, 

8  May  age  to  age  forever  sing 

The  Virgin's  Son  and  angels  King  ; 
And  praise  with  the  celestial  host, 
The  Father  Son  and  Holy  Ghost  ! 

Anthems  to  the  Blessed  Virgin. 


A: 


TO    BE    SUNG    AFTER    VESPERS. 

From  Advent  to  Candlemas, 


LMA  Redemptoris  Mater,  quae  pervia  coeii 
Porta  manes,  et  Stella  maris,  succurre  cadenti 
Surgere  qui  curat  populo;  tu  quae  genuisti, 
Natura  mirante,  tuum  sanctum  genitorem, 
Virgo  prius  ac  posterius,  Gabrielis  ab  ore 
Surriens  illud  ave,  peccatorum  miserere. 


(      S3      ) 

The  same  in  English. 

_LVX OTHER  of  Jesus,  heaven's  open  gate, 

Star  of  the  sea  !   support  the  falling  state 

Of  mortals  ;  thou  whose  womb  thy  Maker  bore, 

And  yet,  strange  thing  !   a  Virgin  as  before  ; 

Who  didst  from  Gabriel's  mouth  this  news  receive; 

Repenting  sinners  by  thy  pray'rs  relieve. 

After  Candlemas  Uill  the  Holy  JVeek. 


A 


VE,  Regina  coelorum, 
Ave,  Domina  Angelorum, 
Sahre,  radix,  Salve,  porta 
Ex  qua  mundo  lux  est  orta  ; 
Gaude,  Virga  gloriosa, 
Super  oranes  speciosa. 
Vale,  O  valde  decora  ! 
Et  pro  nobis  Christum  exora, 


t'H 


The  same  in  English. 


AIL  Mary  !  Queen  ofheav'nlv  spheres! 
Hail  !   whom  th'  angelic  host  reveres  ! 
Kail  fruitful  root  !   hail,  gate  divine, 
Whence  light  arose,  on  earth  to  shine  ! 
O  glorious  Maid,  with  beauty  blest, 
May  joys  eternal  fill  thy  brea?t  ! 
Thus  crown'd  with  beauty  and  with  joy, 
Thy  pray'rs  with  Christ  for  us  employ. 


R 


In  Easter  Time. 


EGINA  cceli,  laetare,  Alleluia, 
Quia  quern  meruisti  portare,   Alleluia, 
Resuriexit,  sicut  dixit.    Alleluia. 
Ora  pro  nobis  Deum,     Alleluia, 


s 


(     34     ) 

The  same  in  English. 

V,"  happy  Queen  of  heav'n,  rejoice  !    Alleluia. 
The  Son  thou  bor'st,  by  heaven's  choice;    Alleluia. 
From  death  is  ris'n,  as  he  did  say,    Alleluia. 
To  God,  for  us  thy  children,  pray,  Alleluia. 

Sundays  after  Pentecost. 


ALVE,  Regina,  mater  misericordiae  ;  vita,  dulcedo 
et  spes  nostra,  salve.  Ad  te  clamamus  exulus  filii  Evae  : 
ad  te  suspiramus,  gementes  et  flentes  in  hac  lacryma- 
rum  valle.  Eia  ergo,  advocata  nostra  !  illos  tuos  miseri- 
cordes  oculos  ad  nos  convene ;  et  Jesum  benedictum 
fructum  ventris  tui  nobis  post  hoc  exilium  ostende.  O 
clemens,  O  pia,  O  dulcis  Virgo  Maria. 


H 


The  same  in  English 


H 


AIL  to  the  Queen  who  reigns  above, 
Mother  of  clemency  and  love  ! 
Hail,  thou  our  hope,  life,  sweetness  !   we, 
Eve's  banish'd  children,  cry  to  thee. 

We,  from  this  wretched  vale  of  tears, 
Send  sighs  and  groans  unto  thine  ears  ; 
O  then,  sweet  Advocate,  bestow 
A  pitying  look  on  us  below  ! 

After  this  exile  let  us  see 
Our  blessed  Jesus,  born  of  thee, 
O  merciful,  O  pious  Maid, 
O  gracious  Mary,  lend  thy  aid. 

Another  Translation, 


AIL,  happy  Queen  !  thou  mercy's  Parent,  hail 
Life,  hope  and  comfort  of  this  earthly  vale ; 


(     85     ) 

To  thee,  Eve's  wretched  children  raise  their  cry, 

In  sighs  and  teats  to  thee,  we  suppliants  fly. 

Rise,  glorious  Advocate,  exert  thy  love  ; 

And  let  our  vows  those  eyes  of  pity  move 

O  sweet,  O  pious  Maid  !   for  us  obtain, 

For  us,  who  long  have  in  our  exile  lam, 

To  see  thine  infant  Jesus,  and  with  him  to  reig 


J 


Anthem, 
Solo,     SUB  tuum  praesidium  confugimus,  Sancta  Dei 


Chor.     Sub  tuum,  &c. 

Solo.     Nostras  deprecationes  ne  despicias  in  necessita- 
tes nostris. 
Chor.     Sub  tuum,  &c. 

Solo.     Sed  a  penculis  cunctis  libera  nos  semper,  virgo 
glonosa  et  benedicta. 


Chor.     Sub  tuum,  &c. 


The  same,  in  English, 


o 


HOLY  Mother  of  our  God  ! 

To  thee  for  help  we  flv  : 
Despise  not  this  our  humble  pray'r, 

But  all  our  wants  supply. 
O  glorious  Virgin,  ever  blest  ! 

Defend  us  from  our  foes  ; 
From  threat' ning  dangers  set  us  free. 

And  terminate  our  woes> 


(     36    ) 
For  the  Feast  of  our  Lord's  Transfiguration. 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Qu'wumquc  Chr'ijlum  quceritis,  iic. 


o 


9 


ALL  who  seek  with  Christ  to  rise, 
Lift  up  to  Thabor's  mount  your  eyes, 
And  see  how  Christ  in  shining  rays, 
The  glorious  light  of  heav'n  displays. 

We  see  an  object  bright,  sublime. 
That  knows  no  bounds  of  place  or  time  ; 
Substantial,'  uncreated  light, 
Older  than  heav'n,  or  Chaos  night. 

3  Behold  the  king  whose  sov'reign  sway 
B   ;h  Jews  and  G>  ntiles  must  obey  ; 
To  Abrah'm  promis'd,  and  decreed 
For  e'er  to  rule  his  faithful  seed, 

4  Th'  adrninng  prophets  now  behold 
The  Saviour  whom  they  had  foretold. 
Him  God  proclaims  his  only  Son, 
And  bids  mankind  their  teacher  own. 

5  O  Christ,  when  thy  pure  l^ht  inspires 
Our  tepid  hearts  with  heav'nly  fires  ; 
It  drives  away  the  shades  of  night  ; 
Thy  yoke  grows  sweet,  thy  burden  light. 

6  Co-partner  of  thy  Father's  throne, 
Tnou  sov'reign  bliss  to  sense  unknown, 
What  streams  of  joy  o'erflow  that  breast, 
Which  is  with  thy  sweet  presence  blest  ! 

7  O  source  of  light  !   send  from  above 
Sweet  rolling  streams  of  sacred  love ; 


(     87     ) 

By  these  returning  streams,  may  we 
Direct  our  course,  and  rest  in  thee. 

Glory  to  Christ,  whose  light  displays 
To  little  ones  his  saving  ways  ; 
To  God  the  Father  let's  repeat 
The  same,  and  to  the  Paraclete. 

For  the  Festival  of  St.  Michael  and 
the  Holy  Angels: 


J 


HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Te  Splendor  et  vertus,  E£c. 


ESUS,  thv  Father's  image  bright, 
Of  fafihful  hearts  the  life  and  Jight  ; 
Tpbutes  of  praise  to  th^.e  we  pay, 
Midst  angels  who  thy  voice  obey. 

2  Millions  of  Leaders,  arm'd  with  light, 
J :i  close  array  thy  battle  fight  ; 
Mxhael,  the  saving  standard  wields, 
Displays  the  cross  ; — -and  Satan  yields. 

3  Th'  infernal  dragon  down  from  bliss 
He  hurls,  to  hell's  inflam'd  abyss  ; 
And  thunders  headlong  from  the  sky 
The  rebel  captain  with  his  fry. 

4  Let's  follow  then  so  brave  a  guide, 
Against  the  hellish  prince  of  pride  ; 
That  crowns  of  glory  we  may  gain, 
And  with  the  Lamb  forever  reign. 

5  To  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  holy  Spirit,    Three  in  One, 
Be  endless  glon.  ,  as  hi 

The  world  began,  so  evermore. 


(     83      ) 

Another  Hymn. 

1    IV JL  AN's  great  Redeemer,  on  whose  glorious  face 
Angelic  hosts  with  endless  rapture  gaze  ; 
Oh  !   cal'  us  from  this  vale  of  sighs, 
To  share  in*their  celestial  joys. 

2  Send  valiant  Michael,  messenger  of  peace, 
To  guard  us,   and  away  the  fiends  to  chase  ; 

That  war  onv  be  confin'd  to  hell, 
Where  endless  strife  and  horror  dwell. 

3  Descend,  O  Gabriel  !  let  our  ancient  foe, 
Thy  vigilance  and  heav'nly  courage  know  ; 

Nor  dare  the  sacred  place  invade, 
That  stands  secure  beneath  thy  shade. 

4  Raphael,  Physician  Angel,  come  and  cure 
The  sad  diseases  which  our  souls  endure  ; 

And  lest  our  wand'ring  feet  should  stray, 
Be  thou  our  guide  and  lead  tne  way. 

5  O  glorious  Mother  of  celestial  grace, 

And  angels'  Queen,  thv  tender  accents  raise  ; 
Mid'st  heav'nly  choirs,  before  the  throne, 
And  plead  our  cause  with  thy  dear  Son. 

6  Thee  we  implore,   eternal  Deity, 

Great  God.  in  nature  One,  in  persons  Three  ! 
Whose  praises  in   loud  accents  roll, 
And  echoing  sounds  from  pole  to  pole. 


(     89     ) 

On  the  Feast  of  the  Guardian  Angels. 

*  HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Custodes  hominum,   <$v. 


W 


E  sing  the  guardian  angels  God  has  sent, 
To  help  and  guide  us  in  our  banishment ; 
Lest  wily  foes  surprize  our  will, 
And  lead  us  in  the  ways  of  ill. 

Z  For  traitor-angels,  justly  dispossessed 
Of  their  exalted  seats  among  the  bless'd, 
Now  turn  their  spleen  on  human  race, 
Created  to  supply  their  place. 

3  Haste  then,  O  watchful  spirits,  hither  fly  ; 
Guard  our  abode,  and  let  no  fiend  come  nigh  : 

Remove  diseases,  calm  our  breast, 
And  lead  us  to  the  seats  of  rest, 

4  All  praise,  O  Trinity,  attend  thy  name, 

Whose  sov'reign  God-head  rules   this   three-fold 
frame  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  and  ev'ry  being, 
Thy  everlasting  praises  sing. 


o 


Hymn  on  our  Guardian  Angel. 


GOD  how  ought  my  grateful  heart. 
To  praise  thy  bounteous  hand, 
Who  send'st  thy  angel  from  the  sky, 
To  be  my  guide  and  friend  ! 

2  My  soul  is  surely  something  great, 
Meant  for  eternity  ; 
That  angels  thus  should  be  employ'd, 
In  watching  over  me. 

I 


(     90     ) 

3  Whilst  I  an  helpless  infant  was, 
With  ev'ry  tender  care 
He  guarded  round  my  cradle's  side  ; 
No  evil  could  come  near. 

4*  Protected  by  his  heav'nly  aid, 
How  safe  my  infancy  ! 
Tho'  death  and  danger  ragM  around, 
They  harmless  pass'd  by  me. 

5  When  I,  within  my  mother's  arms, 

Enjoy 'd  her  fond  embrace  ; 
He,  hov'ring  round  on  airy  wings, 
Divinely  did  me  bless. 

6  When  first  I  from  my  mother  learnt 

My  Jesus'  name  to  praise, 
He  softly  whisper' d  to  my  heart, 
"  How  sweet  are  all  his  ways  !" 

7  O  Holy  Angel,  watch  by  me, 

Amidst  the  gloom  of  night  ; 
And  let  no  unbecoming  thought, 
With  sin  my  heart  delight. 

3  And  when  the  morning  from  the  east, 
Sends  forth  her  golden  rays  ; 
Teach  me  to  raise  my  heart  to  God, 
And  sing  his  glorious  praise. 

9  And  while  the  sun  with  brighter  beams 
Is  shining  through  the  day  ; 
Let  ev'ry  action,  ev'ry  thought, 
My  love  to  him  display. 

10  In  ev'ning,  when  the  cooling  breeze. 
Invites  to  sweet  repose  ; 
May  I  in  grateful  thanks  to  him, 
3Vty  wearied  eyelids  close. 


(    91     ) 

11   Celestial  Guardian,  thus  with  thee, 
And  by  thy  constant  care  ; 
May  I  the  world's  corruption  flee, 
And  heav'nly  blessings  share. 


o 


On  St,  Joseph. 


THOU  sreat  fav'rite  of  the  heav'nly  king, 
Who,  now  transported  to  the  realms  above, 
Amid  celestial  choirs  his  glories  sing  ; 

Receive  the  tribute  of  our  praise  and  love. 


2  A  high  decree  from  God  the  Father's  throne, 

Marks  thee  the  spouse  of  th'  ever  spotless  maid, 
B'ds  thee  be  caii'd  the  Father  of  his  Son, 
And  to  the  world's  salvation  lend  thine  aid. 

3  Let  heav'nly  hosts  thy  happiness  proclaim, 

In  being  to  Mary  thus  in  wedlock  tied  ; 
Let  christian  choirs  rehearse  the  glorious  theme, 
And  praise  thee,  Joseph,  and  thy  Virgin  Bride. 

4-  O  faithful  spouse  !  what  doubt  disturbs  thy  rest  ? 
Can  purest  Mary  raise  a  jealous  thought  ? 
Lo  !   Gabriel  comes,  to  calm  thy  troubled  breast, 
And  tell  the  wonder  God  in  her  has  wrought. 

5  O  happy  man  !   who  wond'ring  didst  behold, 

For  love  of  mankind  in  a  manger  laid, 
The  Saviour,  whom  the  Prophets  had  foretold  ; 
And  to  the  new-born  God   thy  homage  paid. 

6  With  transport  th'  infant  God  thine  arms  embrace  : 

Sweet  pleasures  !  but  how  purchased  oft  with  tears! 
Out  of  the  tyrant's  reach  thy  charge  to  place, 
To  Egypt  thou  must  fly  'mid  toils  and  fears. 

7  What  sorrows  rend  thy  tender  heart  again, 

When  three  long  days  Ipereav'd  of  Jesus'  sight, 


(      W     ) 

Thou  seek'st  him  lost,  oppress'd  with  grief  and  pain  ! 
But  soon  his  presence  brings  thee  new  delight, 

3  The  Lord  before  whom  angels  trembling  stand, 
Whose  awful  nod  affrights  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
Who  holds  the  nations  in  his  mighty  hand, 
Under  thy  roof,  submissive,  chose  to  dwell. 

9   All  other  saints  through  death  must  pass  to  bliss  ; 
Here,  thou  more  favour'd,  find'st  thy  happiness  : 
In  th'  other  world  they  wear  their  palms  ; — in  this 
Thou,  happier  Man,  thy  sov'reign  good  possess, 

10  Thrice  happy  Father  !  and  thrice  happy  Spouse  ! 
Happy  in  life,  and  happier  still  in  death  ! 
Mary  on  thee  her  tender  care  bestows, 

And  Jesus'  arms  receive  thy  dying  breath. 

!  1   Now  seated  high  in  heav'n,  present  our  vows 

To  Him,  who  would  on  eaith  be  call'd  thy  Son  : 
And  jointly  with  thy  glorious  Virgin  Spouse, 

Ne'er  cease  to  plead  our  cause  before  the  Throne. 


o 


On  St.  John  Baptist. 


SYLVAN  Prophet,  whose  eternal  fame, 
Resounds  from  Jewry's  hills  and  Jordan's  stream 
The  music  of  our  numbers  raise, 
And  tune  our  voice  to  sing  thy  praise. 

2  An  angel,  sent  from  the  celestial  throne, 
Makes  to  thy  sire  thy  future  greatness  known  ; 

Thy  pure  abstemious  life,  thy  name, 
Thy  glorious  office,  and  thy  fame. 

3  He  hears  the  news,  and  dubious  with  surprise, 
His  falt'ring  speech  in  fetter'd  accents  dies  : 

But  in  thy  birth,  more  faithful  fourKi, 
His  voice  refrains  its  former  sound. 


(    93     ) 

4  From  the  recess  of  nature's  inmost  room, 

Thou  knew'st  thy  Lord  conceaPd  in  Mary's  womb; 
Whilst  each  glad  Parent  told  and  blest, 
The  secrets  of  each  other's  breast. 

5  From  foul  corruption's  stains  thy  youth  to  screen, 
In  lonely  wilderness  thou  liv'st  unseen  : 

From  threatening  dangers  thus  secure, 
Thy  soul  remains  unstain'd  and  pure. 

6  Thy  courtly  dress  is  camel's  rugged  hide, 
With  twisted  thongs  of  stubborn  leather  tied  : 

Honey  with  locusts  is  thy  food, 
Thy  only  drink  the  tasteless  flood. 

7  The  other  Prophets  view'd,  with  distant  sight, 
The  rising  of  the  world's  redeeming  light  : 

But  greater  than  a  Prophet,  thou 
Foretel'st  the  light,  and  shew'st  him  too. 

•   Great  Baptist,  none  among  the  human  race. 
Has  thee  excell'd  in  sanctity  and  grace  ; 
Who  Kim  did'st  wash  in  Jordan's  flood, 
Who  wash'd  the  world  in  his  own  blood. 

9  Terrestrial  angel,  'fore  thy  Saviour  sent, 

To  smooth  his  paths  ;  ah  !  teach  us  to  repent  \ 
Our  rough  and  crooked  ways  redress, 
That  Jesus  may  our  hearts  possess. 

10  Glory  to  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost  with  both  in  nature  one  ; 
Whose  equal  power  unites  the  Three, 
In  one  eternal  Trinity. 

I  2 


o 


(    IH    )  " 
All  Saints. 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Placare,  C/mste  Servulz's,  «$* 


JESUS,  let  thy  anger  cease  ; 
Thy  Virgin  Mother,  for  our  peace, 
At  thy  tribunal  pleading  stands, 
And  mercy  earnestly  demands. 

2  And  ye,  O  Angels,  who  in  nine 
Distinguished  glorious  orders  shine  ; 
Preserve  our  minds,  our  hearts  and  wills, 
From  present,  past,  and  future  ills. 

3  Ye  Prophets  and  Apostles,  plead 
Before  our  Judge,  and  intercede 

For  sinners,  that  by  tears  unfeign'd,  f 

His  pard'ning  grace  may  be  obtain' d, 

4  Ye  crimson  troops  of  Martyrs  bright, 
And  Confessors,  array 'd  in  white  ; 
Let  us  no  longer  exil'd  roam, 

But  call  us  to  our  heav'nly  home. 

5  Chaste  Virgins,  and  ye  truly  wise, 
Who  from  the  deserts  fill'd  the  skies  ; 
For  us  an  everlasting  reign 

With  Christ,  among  his  saints,  obtain. 

6  From  Christian  lands  those  faithless  chase, 
Who  Christian  truths  and  faith  deface  ; 
That  ail  mankind  united,   may 

One  Pastor  of  our  souls  obey. 

7  To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one  ; 
Be  equal  glory,  equal  praise, 
For  an  eternal  age  of  days* 


(     95     ) 

%  All  Souls. 

And  also  at  Funerals  and  Masses  for  the  Dead, 

Dies  irce^  oic. 


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HAT  day  of  wrath,  that  direful  day, 
Shall  in  the  heav'ns  the  Cross  display, 
And  all  the  world  in  ashes  lay. 

2  How  shall  poor  mortals  quake  with  fears, 
When  their  impartial  Judge  appears, 
Who  all  their  causes  strictly  hears  ! 

3  His  trumpet  sounds  a  dreadful  tone  ; 
The  noise  through  all  the  graves  is  blown, 
And  calls  the  dead  before  his  throne. 

4  Nature  and  death  shall  stand  and  gaze, 
When  creatures  shall  their  bodies  raise, 
And  answer  for  their  ill-spent  days. 

5  The  clear  writ  book  of  conscience  shown, 
Sin's  black  indictments  shall  be  known. 
And  every  soul  his  guilt  shall  own. 

6  So  when  the  Judge  shall  sit  en  high, 
All  hidden  crimes  shall  open  lie  ; 
No  sin  shall  from  due  vengeance  fly. 

7  WThat  plea  shall  wicked  I  pretend  ? 
What  patron  move  to  stand  my  friend , 
When  scarce  the  just  themselves  defend  ? 

3   O  dreadful  God,  O  glorious  King, 
Who  dost  the  saved  freely  bring 
To  bliss,  save  me  O  mercy's  spring  ! 

9  O  pious  Jesus,  call  to  mind 

Thy  travails  for  my  good  design 'd  ; 
Grant  I  that  day  may  mercy  find, 


(     9C>    ) 

10  Thou  satt'st  down  weary,  seeking  me, 
Hang'dst  on  the  cross,  my  soul  to  free  ; 
Let  not  such  labours  fruitless  be. 

1 1  Dread  Judge,  whose  justice  is  severe, 
My  long  black  score  of  sins  make  clear, 
Ere  the  accounting  day  appear. 

12  I,  as  a  guilty  person,  groan  ; 

My  faults  are  in  my  blushes  known  ; 
Pity,  dear  Lord,  thy  suppliant's  moan, 

13  The  weeping  Magdalen's  relief, 
And  op'ning  heaven  to  the  thief, 

Have  with  sweet  hopes  allay'd  my  grief. 

14  My  worthless  pray'rs  deserve  no  hire  ; 
But  thou,  mild  Lord,  thy  grace  inspire, 
To  save  me  from  eternal  fire. 

15  Among  thy  sheep  grant  I  may  stand, 
Far  frqm  the  goats'  condemned  band  ; 
Securely  plac'd  at  thy  right  hand. 

16  Th'  accursed  troops  being  put  to  shame, 
Confin'd  to  hell's  ne'er-dying  flame, 
Amongst  the  bless'd  enrol  my  name. 

17  With  bended  knee  I  make  my  pray'r, 
And  heart  contrite  as  ashes  are  ; 

Of  my  last  end,  dear  Lord,  take  care  ; 

18  That  day  of  doom,  that  day  of  tears, 
When  guilty  man  awakes  in  fears, 
From  dust,  and  'fore  his  Judge  appears. 

19  O  bounteous  Jesus,  Lord  forever  blest  ! 
Give  faithful  souls  departed  endless  rest. 


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PSALM  CXXIX. 

JL/E  profundis  clama- 
vi  ad  te  Domine  :  *  Do- 
mine exaudi  vocem   meam. 


PSALM  129. 


Fiant    aures 


tuae 


inten- 
dentes,  *  in  vocem  depre- 
cationis  meae. 

Si  iniquitates  observave- 
ris  Domine  :  *  Domine 
quis  sustinebit  ? 

Quia  apud  te  propitiatio 
est  :  *  et  propter  legem 
tuam  sastinui  te  Domine. 

Sustinuit  anima  mea  in 
verbo  ejus  :  *  spcravit  ani- 
ma mea  in  Domino. 

A  custodia  matutina  us- 
que ad  noctem,  *  speret 
Israel  in  Domino. 

Quia  apud  Dominum 
misericordia  :  *  et  copiosa 
apud  eum  redemptio. 

Et  ipse  redimet  Israel,* 
ex  omnibus  iniquitatibus 
ejus. 

Requiem  Eeternam  dona 
eis,  Domine,  *  et  lux  per- 
petua  luceat  eis, 


o 


'UT  of  the  depths  I 
have  cried  to  thee,  O 
Lord  :  *  Lord,  hear  my 
voice. 

Let  thy  ears  be  attentive* 
to  the  voice  of  my  suppli- 
cation. 

If  thou  wilt  observe  ini- 
quities, O  Lord  ;  *  Lord, 
who  shall  endure  it  ? 

Because  with  thee  there 
is  propitiation  ;  *  and  by 
reason  of  thy  law,  I  have 
waited  for  thee,  O  Lord. 

My  soul  hath  relied  on 
his  word  ;*  my  soul  hath 
hoped  in  the  Lord. 

From  the  morning  watch 
even  until  night,*  let  Israel 
hope  in  the  Lord. 

Because  with  the  Lord 
there  is  mercy,*  and  with 
him  plentiful  redemption. 

And  he  shall  redeem  Is- 
rael *  from  all  his  iniqui~ 
ties. 

Eternal  rest  give  to  them 
O  Lord,*  and  let  perpetual 
light  shine  upon  them. 


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(    98     ) 
Festivals  of  the  Apostles. 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Exultet  orhis  gaudiis,   Sfc. 


HROUGHOUT  the  world  let  joys  arise, 
Let  praises  echo  through  the  sk'.es  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  with  joyful  choir, 
To  praise  th*  Apostles  now  conspire. 

2  Earth's  shining  lights,  by  God  designed, 
To  be  the  judges  of  mankind  ; 

Our  humble  pray'rs  are  void  of  art  ; 
Accept  the  language  of  our  heart. 

3  The  gates  of  heav'n,  by  your  command, 
Are  fasten M  close,  or  open  stand  : 
Grant,  we  beseech  you  ihen,  that  we 
From  sinful  slav'ry  may  be  free. 

4  Sickness  and  health  your  pow'r  obey  ; 
This  comes,,  and  that  you  drive  away  : 
Then  from  our  souls  all  sickness  chase  ; 
Let  healing  virtues  take  its  place. 

5  That,  when  our  Judge  returns  to  weigh 
Our  actions,  at  the  dreadful  flay, 

We  nriy  with  him  to  heav'n  ascend, 
To  live  in  joys  thai  never  end. 

6  To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one  ; 
Be  endless  glory,  as  before 

The  world  began,  so  evermore. 


(     99     ) 
For  the  Festivals  of  one  Martyr. 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Deus  tuorum  m'ditum^  &c. 


o 


GOD,  the  lot,  the  crown,  the  gain 
Of  soldiers  in  thy  service  slain  ; 
Make  us  forsake  our  sinful  ways, 
Who  meet  to  sing  this  Martyr's  praise. 

3  This  Saint,  esteeming  worldly  joys, 
As  pleasing  cheats,  deceitful  toys  ; 
And  bitter  too  with  secret  gall, 
For  Heaven,  nobly  scorn 'd  them  all. 

3  He  bravely  ran  his  painful  race, 
And  look'd  his  torments  in  the  face  ; 
For  thee  he  fearless  sheds  his  blood, 
And  wades  to  Heaven  through  the  flood. 

4  To  thee,  O  gracious  Lord,  we  fly, 
Beseeching  thee,  with  humble  cry  ; 
That  on  this  Martyr's  triumph,  we 
From  sin  may  be  absolv'd  by  thee. 

5  To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one  ; 
Be  equal  glory,  equal  praise, 
For  an  eternal  length  of  days. 

For  the  Festivals  of  several  Martyrs. 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Sanctorum  meritis,  &c. 


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E.T  us  fam'd  acts  and  triumphs  sing, 
Which  from  the  Saints'  high  merits  spring 


(    io©    ) 

For  now  to  celebrate  we  mind, 
Brave  heroes  of  the  noblest  kind. 

2  These  champions  of  thy  name,  sweet  Lord, 
Were  by  the  silly  world  abhorr'd  ; 
Which  world  they  held  a  barren  things 
Where  neither  fruit  nor  flowers  spring, 

3  For  thee  they  slight  the  threats  of  foes, 
Their  furious  rage,  and  deadly  blows  : 
The  tearing  hook  they  scorn  no  less, 
Wrhich  cannot  reach  the  soul's  recess. 

4  While  barb'rous  swords  their  bodies  wound. 
No  murmurs,  no  complaints  resound  ; 
For  they  to  patience  are  resign'd, 

With  deiuntless  heart,  and  spotless  mind. 

5  What  tongue  can  those  rich  gifts  declare, 
Which  Christ  for  Martyrs  does  prepare  ? 
Brows  that  in  streams  of  blood  were  drown  Yi, 
Are  with  refulgent  laurels  crown'd. 

6  Great  God,  we  beg  of  thee  to  chase 
AH  harms  away  ;  our  sins  efface  ; 
Afford  thy  servants  peaceful  days, 
That  they  may  ever  sing  thy  praise. 


For  the  Festivals  of  other  Saints, 


.1 


AT    VESTEKS. 


STE  Confessor  Domini,  colentes 
Quern  pie  laudant  populi  per  orbem  ; 
Hac  die  laetus  meruit  beatas 
Scandere   sedes. 

Or,  instead  of  the  tivo  last  lines, 
Hac  die  laetus  meruit  supremos 
Laudis  honores. 


(     101     ) 

2  Qui  pius,  prudens,  humilis,  pudicus, 
Sobriam  duxit  sine  labe  vitam, 
Donee  humanos  animavit  aurae 

Spiritus  artus. 

3  Cujus  ob  praestans  meritum,  frequenter 
./Egra  quae  passim  jacuere  membra, 
Viribus  morbi  domitis,  saluti 

Restituuntur. 

4  Noster  hinc  illi  chorus  obsequentem 
Concinit  laudem  celebresque  palmas  ; 
Ut  piis  ejus  precibus  juvemur, 

Omne  per  aevum. 

5  Sit  salus  illi,  decus  atque  virtus, 
Qui  super  coeli  solio  coruscans, 
Totius  mundi  seriem  gubernat, 

Trinus  et  Unus. 

The  same  in  English, 

1  X  HIS  day  with  gladness  Christian  choirs  proclaim 
His  combats,  triumph,  faith  and  glorious  name, 

Who  boldly  Christ  on  earth  confess'd, 
And  now  exults  among  the  blest. 

2  Prudence  and  piety  adorn'd  his  life, 
Unstain'd  with  ill,  and  undisturb'd  by  strife, 

Chaste,  humble,  meek  he  kept  his  heart, 
'Till  bid  by  heav'n  from  life  depart. 

3  TV  Almighty  now  his  servant's  glory  shows, 
And  signal  favours  through  his  pray'rs  bestows; 

Diseases  fly  before  his  shrine, 

And  health  returns  by  pow'r  divine. 

K 


(     102     ) 

4  Let's  then  in  thankful  songs  our  voices  raise, 
And  sing:  to  him  this  solemn  hymn  of  praise  ; 

That  by  his  pray'rs  th'  Almighty  may 
His  favours  to  our  souls  convey. 

5  To  Him  be  glory,  pow'r  and  endless  fame, 
Whose  wisdom  rules  the  whole  creation's  frame 

And  fills  the  bright  celestial  Throne, 
The  great  mysterious  Three  and  One. 

For  the  Festivals  of  Virgins. 

HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

Jesu,  corona  Virginum,  &?. 


R 


EGARD  our  vows  with  gracious  eye, 
O  Jesus,  crown  of  purity  ; 
Son  of  that  chosen  woman,  who 
Was  Virgin  chaste,  and  Mother  too. 

2  Amongst  lilies  thou  lov'st  to  be  ; 
Pure  Virgins  round  thy  throne  we  see. 
O  glorious  Bridegroom,  who  dost  bless 
Thy  brides  with  endless  happiness. 

3  Which  way  so  e'er  thy  course  doth  bend, 
Chaste  Virgins  on  thy  steps  attend  ; 
Who,  running  after  thee,  do  raise 

Their  notes,  and  sing  sweet  hymns  of  praise* 

4  Hear  us,  O  God  of  chastity  ! 
From  impure  passions  set  us  free  ; 
Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  controul  ; 
Submit  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

5  To  Jesus,  from  a  Virgin  sprung, 
Be  glory  giv'n,  and  praises  sung  ; 
The  same  to  God  the  Father  be, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 


(     IOS     ) 
For  the  Festivals  of  Holy  Women, 


R 


HYMN    AT    VESPERS. 

For  tern  virili  pectore,  Szc. 


ISE,  tuneful  numbers,  justly  praise 
A  holy  woman's  gen'rous  ways, 
Whose  fortitude  exalts  her  name 
In  ev'ry  place,  with  glorious  fame, 

2  Such  holy  love  inflam'd  her  heart, 
That  she  abhorr'd  the  pois'ning  dart  ■. 
Of  worldly  love,  and  bravely  trod 
The  narrow  way  that  leads  to  God, 

3  A  body,  grown  with  fasting  dead, 

And  mind  with  pray'r  most  sweetly  fed  ; 
Convey  her  soul  above  the  sky, 
To  joys  that  last  eternally. 

4  O  fountain  of  grace,  Christ  our  King, 
From  whom  alone  all  good  things  spring, 
To  thee  for  help  we  sinners  fly  ; 

Hear,  through  her  prayers  our  humble  cry. 

5  May  each  succeeding  age  proclaim 
The  glory  and  eternal  fame 

Of  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  m  one. 

A  Funeral  Song  on  Death  and  its  consequences. 


D 


E  ATH  is  our  doom,  unchanged  the  law  shall  stand; 
One  day  our  soul  must  leave  this  foreign  land. 
Of  dust  compos'd,  in  dust  our  frame  must  he, 
For  'tis  decreed  for  all  men  once  to  die. 

2  Ye  fleeting  honours,  riches,  pleasures  vain  ! 

Thou  cheating  world,  with  ail  thy  pompous  train  ? 

Ye  idols  dear  of  our  deluded  heart  ! 

We  bid  you  farewell  ;  from  you  we  must  part. 


(      104      ) 

3  Alas  !  cur  days  as  rapid  waters  run, 

On  time  swift-rolling  stream,  forever  gone  ; 
Yet  but  few  days,  we  reach  th'  eternal  shore  ;— 
Yet  but  few  days,  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

4  O  frightful  day  !   O  day  of  grief  and  fear  ! 
Before  on  awful  Judge  we  must  appear  ; 
T*  account  for  all  our  deeds,  and  t*  undergo 
Our  doom,  for  endless  bliss, — or  endless  woe. 

5  Eternity  ! — how  vast  is  thine  extent  ! 

How  low  thy  depth  !  how  boundless  is  thy  length  ! — 
Eternity  of  never  ceasing  joys  1-^- 
Eternity  of  never  ceasing  sighs  ! 

6  Thrice  happy  they,  O  Lord,  who  die  in  thee, 
Erom  deadly  guilt  and  lawless  passions  free  ! 

What  hopes,  what  comforts  cheer  their  dying  breast  ! 
How  sweet  to  pass  from  toils  to  endless  rest  ! 

7  But  oh  !  what  horrors  fill  the  sinner's  mind  ! 
A  crowd  of  unrepented  sin  behind  ! 

Around,  his  weeping  friends  ! — before  him,  death  ! 
A  Judge,  above  ! — a  gaping  hell,  beneath  ! 

8  He  dies  ! —  the  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  guilty  soul  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  above,  alas  !  not  there  to  dwell  ; 
But  to  receive  her  doom,  and  sink  to  hell, 

9  O  may  my  soul  escape  these  dreadful  woes, 
And  die  in  grace,  and  triumph  o'er  her  foes  ! 
May  T  in  Jesus'  arms  encounter  death, 
And  in  his  sweet  embrace  resign  my  breath  ! 

All  Creatures  invited  to  praise  God. 

solo.       \J   ALL  ve  beings,  the  Lord  has  made  ! 
Sing  glory  to  his  holy  name.  ; 
To  Him  be  endless  honors  paidj 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  his  love  proclaim. 


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cHor.  Praise  to  the  Lord  who  all  us  made. 
And  glory  to  his  holy  name  ; 
To  him  be  endless  honours  paid, 
Let  every  tongue  his  love  proclaim. 

2  O  sing  his  praise,  ye  Heav'nly  choirs, 

Who  stand  around  his  awful  throne  ; 
Repeat  on  your  immortal  lyres, 
That  praise  belongs  to  him  alone. 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

3  Thou  glorious  Sun,  his  image  bright, 

Who  ru'l'st  the  seasons  and  the  days  ; 
And  thou  fair  Moon,  who  rul'st  the  nighrp 
Unite  in  your  Creator's  praise. 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

4  Praise  him  ye  Stars,  whose  trembling  lightss 

Like  scatter'd  pearls,  adorn  the  sky  ; 
Your  silent  course  each  heart  invites, 
To  praise  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high, 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

5  Praise  him  ye  mounts,  ye  hills  sublime. 

Ye  valleys  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 
Ye  flow'rs,  declare  to  ev'ry  clime 
His  charms,  to  movtal  eye  unseena 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

6  Praise  him  ye  founts,  ye  limpid  streams, 

Ye  rapid  rivers,  in  your  course  ; 
Proclaim  him,  in  your  murm'ring  themes^ 
Of  ev'ry  good  th'  exhaustless  source, 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  &ce 


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7  Join  voices,  ye  sweet  feather'd  throng, 

Whose  warbling  notes  to  heaven  arise  j 
Let  woods  and  hills  repeat  your  song, 
And  zephyrs  waft  it  through  the  skies 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

8  O  thou,  for  whom  this  wond'rous  frame, 

And  all  these  creatures  were  design 'd  ; 
O  man  I  adore  and  praise  His  name, 
In  whom  all  beauties  are  combin'd. 
chor.      All  praise  to  the  great  Three  and  One, 
To  the  Almighty  Father,  praise  ; 
Ail  praise  to  his  co-equal  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  for  endless  days. 


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A  Morning  Hymn. 


OW  night  descends,  the  shadows  fly, 
And  light  ascends  the  morning  sky  ; 
On  thee,  O  sov* reign  Judge  of  all, 
Our  hearts  with  early  accents  call. 

2  The  Sun  begins  to  dart  his  rays, 

To  thee,  O  God,  our  voice  we  raise  ; 
Send  forth  thy  beams  of  heav'nly  light, 
This  day  to  steer  our  course  aright, 

3  Preserve  our  tongue,  our  hands,  our  will. 
From  the  polluted  ways  of  ill  ; 

From  vanity  our  hearts  remove, 
And  fill  them  with  celestial  love. 

4  And  while  our  rapid  moments  flow, 
O  Christ,  thy  friendly  aid  bestow  ; 
Against  the  snares  of  hellish  foes, 
Fiotext  as  with  thy  saving  Cross^ 


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O  may'st  thou  iu  our  hearts  abide, 
Spirit  divine,  and  be  our  guide  ; 
May  ev'ry  action  spring  from  grace, 
And  ev'ry  work  bespeak  thy  praise  I 


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Evening  Hijrnn, 


1  VJTLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light  ; 

Keep  me,  O  keep  me  King  of  Kings, 
Under  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  which  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee^ 
I,  ere  1  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  f  may  dread. 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  1  may 
With  joy  behold  the  Judgment  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  I 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  active  make 
To  serve  my  God,  when  1  awake 

§  When  restless  in  the  night  I  lie, 

My  soul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  supply  ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

5  Let  my  blest  guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
His  watchful  station  near  me  keep  ;   v 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 
Aad  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill, 


(     103     ) 

7  Lord  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  ; 
' Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  love. 

3   Should  death  himself  my  sleep  invade, 
Why  should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
Protected  by  thy  saving  arm, 
Tho'  he  may  strike,  he  cannot  harm. 

9  For  death  is  life,  and  labour  rest. 
If  with  thy  gracious  presence  blest  ; 
Then  welcome  sleep  and  death  to  me, 
I'm  still  secure,  for  still   with  thee. 

10  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  : 
Praise  him  above,  angelic  host, 
Praise  Jbather,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Adoration  and  Praise,, 

1  JlI  O W  can  we  adore, 

Or  worthily  praise 
Thy  goodness  and  pou  *r 

O  G»d  of  all  grace  ! 
With  honour  and  blessing, 

BerW-teswe  fall  ; 
Most  glac&^onfessing 

Thee,  Father  Of  all. 

2  The  heavens  and  earth, 

And  water  and  air; 
To  thee  owe  their  birth. 

Subsist  by  thy  care. 
Whilst  angels  are  singing 

Thy  praises  above  ; 
We  mortals  are  bringing, 

Our  tribute  of  love. 


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The  Litany  of  the  Blessed  Virgin. 


YRIE  eleison, 
Christe  eleison, 
Kyrie  eleison. 
Christe   audi   nos. 
Christe  exaudi  nos. 
Pater  de  caelis  Deus, 
Fili  Redemptor  mnndi  Deus, 
Spiritus  sancte  Deus, 
Sancta  Trinitas  unus  Deus, 
Sancta  Maria, 
Sancta  Dei  Genitrix, 
S  incta  Virgo  Virginum, 
Mater  Christi, 
Mater  Divinae  Gratiae, 
Mater  purissima, 
Mater  castissima, 
Mater  inviolata, 
Mater  intemerata, 
Mater  amabilis, 
Mater  admirabilis, 
Mater  Creatoris, 
Mater  Salvatoris, 
Virgo  prudentissima, 
Virgo  veneranda, 
Virgo  praedicanda, 
Virgo  potens, 
Virgo  clemens, 
Virgo  fidelis, 
Speculum  justitiae, 
S^des  sapientiae, 
Causa  nostise  laetitiaBj 
Vas  spirituale, 
Vas  honorabile, 
Vas  insigne  devotionis, 
Rosa  Mystica, 


Miserere  nobis 
Miserere  nobis 
Miserere  nobis 
Miserere  nobis 
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Turns  Davidica, 

Turns  eburnea^ 

Domus  aurea, 

Foederis  area, 

Janua  caeli, 

Stella  matutina, 

Salus  infirmorum, 

Refugium  peccatorum, 

Consolatrix  afflictorum, 

Auxilium  Christianorum, 

Regina  Angelorum, 

Regina  Patriarcharnm, 

Regina  Prophetarum, 

Regina  Apostolorum, 

Regina  Martyrum, 

Regina  Confessorum, 

Regina  Virginum, 

Regina  Sanctorum  omnium, 

Agnus  Dei,  qui  tollis  peccata  mundi,  Parce  nobis  Domine, 

Agnus  Dei,  qui  tollis  peccata  mundi,  Exaudi  nos  Domine, 

A^nus  Dei,  qui  tollis  peccata  mundi,  Miserere  nobis, 

Christe  audi  nos. 

Christe  exaudi  nos. 


The  same  in  English, 

JL-iORD,  have  mercy  on  us. 

Chnsr,  have  mercy  on  us.      Lord  have  mercy  on  us. 

Chn>t,  hear  us.     Christ,  graciously  hear  us. 

God,  the  F^tner  ot  heive:),  have  mercy  on  us% 

God  the  Son,  Redeemer  of  the  world,  have  mercy  on  us. 

God  the  Holy  Ghost,  have  mercy  on  us, 

H  >ly    Trinity,  one  God,  have,  mercy  on  us* 

H'>ly  Mary, 

Holy  Mother  of  God, 

H<>ly  Virgin  of  virgins, 

Mother  of  Christ, 

Mother  of  divine  grace, 


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Mother  most  pure, 
Mother  most  chaste, 
Mother  undefiled, 
Mother  untouched, 
Mother  most  amiable, 
Mother  most  admirable, 
Mother  of  our  Creator, 
Mother  of  our  Redeemer, 
Virgin  most  prudent, 
V  rgin  most  venerable, 
Virgin  most  renowned, 
Virgin  most  powerful, 
Virgin  most  merciful, 
Virgin  most  faithful, 
Mirror  of  Justice, 
Seat  of  Wisdom, 
C  use  of  our  Joy, 
Spiritual  Vessel, 
Vessel  of  Honor, 
Vessel  of  singular  Devotion, 
Mystical  Rose, 
Tower  of  David, 
Tower  of  Ivory, 
House  of  Gold, 
-Ark  of  the  Covenant, 
Gate  of  Heaven, 
Morning  Star, 
Health  of  the  Weak, 
Refuge  of  Sinners, 
Comforter  of  the  afflicted, 
Help  of  Christians, 
Queen  of  Angels, 
Queen  of  Patriarchs, 
Queen  of  Prophets, 


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Queen  of  Apostles, 

Queen  of  Martyrs, 

Queen  of  Confessors,  ?  -s 

Queen  of  Virgins,  |    "• 

Queen  of  all  Saints,  ,  J   § 

Lamb  of  God,  who  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 

spare  ««,    O  Lord. 
Lamb  of  God,  &c.  graciously  hear  us,  O  Lord. 
Lamb  of  God,  &c.  have  mercy  on  us. 
Christ,  hear  us,      Christ,  graciously  hear  us. 
Lord,  have  mercy  on  us.     Christ,  have  mercy  on  us. 

Lord,  have  mercy  on  us. 


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